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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1374 | 2013-05-19 13:38:51 | 69.63 | 94% |
| 1146 | 2012-02-27 06:23:41 | 68.35 | 90% |
| 530 | 2011-07-13 10:04:19 | 65.43 | 94% |
| 34 | 2011-06-24 13:42:19 | 56.23 | 92% |