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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1044 | 2013-05-12 08:09:08 | 48.72 | 91% |
| 587 | 2011-08-17 03:10:32 | 45.94 | 83% |
| 527 | 2011-08-13 06:16:53 | 53.80 | 92% |
| 347 | 2011-05-28 07:47:32 | 51.12 | 95% |