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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 793 | 2012-02-10 13:07:06 | 56.97 | 88% |
| 608 | 2012-01-25 15:26:53 | 63.45 | 92% |
| 604 | 2012-01-24 11:31:16 | 51.39 | 87% |
| 490 | 2012-01-21 10:54:45 | 56.10 | 91% |
| 323 | 2012-01-13 10:14:49 | 49.42 | 88% |