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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1771 | 2013-08-01 07:12:01 | 67.75 | 92% |
| 1378 | 2013-06-13 05:16:18 | 69.89 | 94% |
| 84 | 2011-06-17 18:02:05 | 54.65 | 89% |
| 21 | 2011-06-17 16:04:52 | 47.14 | 86% |