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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2042 | 2011-12-15 04:46:04 | 79.33 | 90% |
| 1660 | 2011-10-26 01:49:36 | 71.41 | 90% |
| 496 | 2010-09-17 22:58:48 | 57.47 | |
| 115 | 2010-07-30 23:46:57 | 61.59 |