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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 947 | 2012-07-20 11:29:36 | 81.54 | 100% |
| 782 | 2012-07-13 08:55:29 | 68.89 | 96% |
| 764 | 2012-07-05 20:08:45 | 67.07 | 97% |
| 219 | 2010-03-24 18:01:14 | 52.57 | |
| 44 | 2010-03-10 10:43:29 | 42.54 |