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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1117 | 2016-06-30 19:09:29 | 79.68 | 94% |
| 601 | 2010-05-16 09:29:52 | 58.82 | |
| 398 | 2010-04-26 20:00:11 | 66.79 | |
| 69 | 2009-05-25 01:08:55 | 57.48 |