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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1176 | 2014-12-04 03:33:54 | 68.75 | 87% |
| 1010 | 2014-11-11 22:07:42 | 81.16 | 96% |
| 413 | 2010-11-21 14:17:42 | 66.64 | |
| 318 | 2010-11-15 14:17:28 | 62.50 | |
| 210 | 2010-11-03 16:34:01 | 65.07 |