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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1588 | 2014-10-15 08:15:14 | 83.07 | 92% |
| 1575 | 2014-10-15 07:56:27 | 82.18 | 91% |
| 1552 | 2014-10-13 08:15:58 | 78.00 | 94% |
| 694 | 2011-09-28 04:14:30 | 74.77 | 97% |
| 618 | 2011-09-27 03:55:26 | 67.71 | 93% |
| 85 | 2011-09-20 07:36:38 | 60.81 | 93% |