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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 980 | 2013-01-23 06:22:49 | 76.81 | 94% |
| 964 | 2013-01-21 04:51:03 | 83.20 | 98% |
| 418 | 2012-04-24 14:32:49 | 58.42 | 90% |
| 9 | 2010-09-05 05:26:33 | 44.15 |