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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1101 | 2014-12-20 06:19:32 | 69.00 | 90% |
| 461 | 2011-06-18 06:37:04 | 68.23 | 86% |
| 404 | 2011-04-26 05:12:22 | 76.71 | |
| 402 | 2011-04-26 05:10:07 | 82.89 | |
| 180 | 2009-11-16 23:00:35 | 63.39 |