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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2533 | 2012-04-11 06:39:04 | 59.97 | 90% |
| 2184 | 2011-12-27 11:05:28 | 62.04 | 95% |
| 1439 | 2011-05-31 15:05:02 | 66.45 | 96% |
| 1232 | 2011-05-26 09:42:07 | 59.83 | 96% |
| 675 | 2010-09-13 05:07:38 | 55.04 |