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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1126 | 2013-04-08 10:46:26 | 71.95 | 96% |
| 459 | 2011-02-22 10:45:46 | 64.05 | |
| 346 | 2011-01-27 10:12:52 | 58.83 |