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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1770 | 2016-02-04 11:46:53 | 52.75 | 90% |
| 1262 | 2016-01-16 21:15:31 | 54.61 | 92% |
| 183 | 2011-04-07 15:18:34 | 47.70 | |
| 169 | 2011-04-06 21:03:36 | 43.44 | |
| 6 | 2011-03-10 13:52:37 | 44.39 |