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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1247 | 2012-01-06 19:35:26 | 88.55 | 94% |
| 904 | 2011-12-04 18:38:37 | 78.35 | 94% |
| 189 | 2011-03-15 19:03:57 | 64.68 | |
| 170 | 2011-03-15 18:10:26 | 83.58 |