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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1338 | 2014-06-06 08:37:55 | 58.22 | 92% |
| 1079 | 2011-07-01 22:10:43 | 67.98 | 94% |
| 1004 | 2011-06-28 23:15:19 | 63.96 | 95% |
| 929 | 2011-06-24 00:32:27 | 65.29 | 93% |
| 214 | 2011-06-05 06:36:32 | 55.20 | 87% |