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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2012-03-29 15:40:51 | 93.56 | 96% |
| 190 | 2008-10-20 11:58:18 | 70.55 | |
| 41 | 2008-08-26 15:39:08 | 57.32 |