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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1043 | 2012-02-27 18:52:04 | 59.10 | 84% |
| 888 | 2010-05-06 11:21:55 | 56.31 | |
| 886 | 2010-05-06 11:14:39 | 64.82 | |
| 452 | 2009-08-08 01:02:53 | 46.00 | |
| 234 | 2009-05-11 11:33:19 | 45.42 |