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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 422 | 2011-12-17 09:28:00 | 52.74 | 85% |
| 399 | 2011-11-05 18:23:36 | 54.00 | 89% |
| 148 | 2011-01-13 16:24:41 | 48.91 | |
| 144 | 2010-11-28 13:12:58 | 55.72 |