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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1154 | 2014-07-08 08:19:06 | 55.31 | 94% |
| 529 | 2013-05-11 06:08:56 | 56.48 | 94% |
| 361 | 2013-04-22 10:20:17 | 53.73 | 97% |
| 224 | 2013-03-26 14:15:52 | 49.86 | 95% |
| 104 | 2011-12-16 06:47:45 | 39.56 | 97% |