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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1783 | 2013-11-12 07:22:42 | 83.16 | 96% |
| 1440 | 2012-06-03 21:38:38 | 82.43 | 95% |
| 766 | 2012-03-20 03:15:46 | 81.52 | 94% |
| 358 | 2012-01-15 03:50:07 | 71.70 | 90% |
| 163 | 2011-12-10 01:39:14 | 66.29 | 90% |