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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2006 | 2010-09-08 20:25:19 | 115.20 | |
| 1357 | 2008-12-04 05:14:22 | 87.96 | |
| 1270 | 2008-12-02 20:09:49 | 82.18 | |
| 1182 | 2008-11-30 20:45:45 | 92.45 |