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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1085 | 2015-03-05 09:23:31 | 80.17 | 99% |
| 930 | 2015-01-11 09:33:50 | 75.16 | 100% |
| 919 | 2015-01-11 03:29:59 | 64.21 | 94% |
| 681 | 2014-11-27 06:04:30 | 61.48 | 92% |
| 456 | 2010-11-07 07:38:46 | 71.98 | |
| 15 | 2010-10-24 09:04:56 | 57.19 |