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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3393 | 2013-08-12 23:02:01 | 57.31 | 90% |
| 1590 | 2011-10-01 17:38:03 | 54.02 | 92% |
| 1520 | 2011-09-01 01:18:24 | 57.12 | 96% |
| 1380 | 2011-08-23 22:34:28 | 52.81 | 96% |
| 441 | 2011-04-01 04:51:47 | 44.02 |