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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1858 | 2012-12-15 16:17:59 | 46.94 | 89% |
| 1195 | 2011-12-29 18:15:30 | 64.62 | 96% |
| 1096 | 2011-12-15 20:34:51 | 56.82 | 90% |
| 1084 | 2011-12-15 20:06:42 | 52.34 | 87% |
| 605 | 2011-11-19 21:32:54 | 46.53 | 88% |
| 105 | 2010-11-06 04:37:56 | 45.83 |