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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1140 | 2016-04-25 12:59:20 | 81.05 | 89% |
| 1041 | 2011-09-30 06:23:59 | 56.16 | 82% |
| 906 | 2011-09-08 13:15:10 | 54.48 | 87% |
| 900 | 2011-09-08 12:49:23 | 58.40 | 88% |
| 101 | 2011-04-26 03:02:47 | 42.08 |