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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1884 | 2014-07-27 13:24:37 | 107.42 | 98% |
| 932 | 2011-11-30 14:18:03 | 81.24 | 93% |
| 457 | 2011-05-19 14:07:35 | 38.24 | 88% |
| 247 | 2011-04-03 13:54:18 | 33.24 | |
| 198 | 2011-04-03 09:59:05 | 35.40 |