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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2117 | 2014-11-24 20:39:44 | 111.84 | 96% |
| 1802 | 2011-09-16 17:40:33 | 111.68 | 95% |
| 492 | 2009-12-17 00:45:41 | 69.55 | |
| 225 | 2009-12-11 16:27:38 | 70.73 | |
| 173 | 2009-12-10 01:44:05 | 52.83 |