I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 835 | 2013-06-13 00:08:31 | 97.21 | 91% |
| 695 | 2013-05-22 01:52:14 | 107.90 | 96% |
| 512 | 2013-05-19 21:07:18 | 97.97 | 93% |
| 356 | 2013-05-15 17:54:34 | 105.08 | 93% |
| 203 | 2013-05-13 18:08:49 | 108.72 | 96% |