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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1916 | 2011-07-22 01:03:55 | 61.36 | 91% |
| 1844 | 2011-03-14 18:09:02 | 63.26 | |
| 834 | 2010-01-26 16:28:32 | 63.49 | |
| 450 | 2009-12-26 18:10:27 | 62.73 |