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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1427 | 2015-06-16 10:20:20 | 68.25 | 96% |
| 1351 | 2012-11-11 02:27:49 | 54.03 | 89% |
| 1038 | 2012-06-23 19:16:12 | 75.34 | 97% |
| 697 | 2012-02-09 05:41:15 | 57.16 | 89% |
| 333 | 2012-01-17 04:53:01 | 53.19 | 90% |
| 216 | 2011-11-16 08:11:54 | 59.16 | 94% |