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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1263 | 2013-07-29 23:37:17 | 90.25 | 98% |
| 1261 | 2013-07-29 17:35:28 | 85.01 | 92% |
| 1100 | 2013-07-15 04:54:29 | 88.36 | 97% |
| 517 | 2012-02-18 18:00:34 | 77.70 | 94% |
| 90 | 2010-10-10 05:19:03 | 64.07 | |
| 43 | 2010-10-09 06:53:02 | 71.05 |