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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1589 | 2011-07-09 10:13:00 | 66.69 | 91% |
| 1210 | 2011-06-08 15:05:18 | 56.20 | 88% |
| 1078 | 2011-06-02 08:54:27 | 61.38 | 87% |
| 564 | 2010-10-16 10:09:29 | 48.20 |