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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1007 | 2013-09-05 20:21:57 | 58.45 | 90% |
| 937 | 2012-07-05 06:23:40 | 56.52 | 91% |
| 493 | 2010-09-20 22:54:00 | 35.96 | |
| 445 | 2010-09-17 07:26:25 | 31.78 | |
| 368 | 2010-09-15 03:21:14 | 34.33 |