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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2311 | 2016-12-08 18:49:28 | 26.35 | 91% |
| 2226 | 2010-02-09 18:07:55 | 55.86 | |
| 1367 | 2009-08-11 18:06:01 | 37.61 | |
| 914 | 2009-07-29 15:21:17 | 37.71 | |
| 913 | 2009-07-29 15:19:30 | 35.05 | |
| 668 | 2009-07-21 22:07:44 | 35.99 | |
| 445 | 2009-07-13 15:56:05 | 31.85 |