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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2122 | 2015-02-09 23:44:17 | 58.17 | 94% |
| 1459 | 2012-03-05 06:19:06 | 43.80 | 85% |
| 950 | 2011-09-11 16:59:57 | 45.30 | 91% |
| 760 | 2011-09-02 02:45:10 | 44.46 | 89% |