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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1052 | 2013-09-30 07:48:15 | 53.73 | 84% |
| 535 | 2011-07-26 09:46:46 | 39.90 | 88% |
| 179 | 2011-07-19 11:37:25 | 44.34 | 89% |
| 137 | 2011-07-19 02:20:11 | 40.10 | 88% |