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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1248 | 2014-11-30 04:10:55 | 113.44 | 97% |
| 1184 | 2011-12-10 07:53:27 | 95.24 | 92% |
| 615 | 2011-03-04 11:40:50 | 84.72 | |
| 555 | 2011-02-14 05:29:17 | 94.38 | |
| 154 | 2011-01-13 12:35:22 | 80.25 |