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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1614 | 2012-02-16 22:50:27 | 79.23 | 95% |
| 1292 | 2011-08-02 20:33:29 | 76.90 | 96% |
| 1258 | 2011-08-01 22:42:39 | 76.03 | 98% |
| 450 | 2011-04-18 14:32:27 | 64.43 |