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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1379 | 2011-06-01 15:09:47 | 67.36 | 94% |
| 1330 | 2011-05-30 19:58:34 | 69.86 | 98% |
| 607 | 2009-11-10 11:40:03 | 58.02 | |
| 162 | 2009-03-25 21:55:37 | 50.29 | |
| 13 | 2009-03-10 11:04:03 | 44.41 |