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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2316 | 2012-03-20 05:53:07 | 75.04 | 96% |
| 1822 | 2011-08-29 02:11:34 | 67.56 | 93% |
| 1257 | 2010-12-17 17:37:34 | 61.44 | |
| 145 | 2009-09-08 22:17:38 | 56.53 |