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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2023 | 2010-12-10 15:05:43 | 67.81 | |
| 1012 | 2009-05-20 11:34:05 | 51.39 | |
| 719 | 2009-03-31 11:43:27 | 56.20 | |
| 414 | 2009-02-15 14:28:29 | 45.84 | |
| 118 | 2008-11-07 07:33:54 | 43.77 |