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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2752 | 2015-09-04 05:49:31 | 56.66 | 92% |
| 2067 | 2011-04-18 15:26:30 | 48.29 | |
| 2048 | 2011-04-13 11:20:17 | 47.42 | |
| 1921 | 2011-02-09 02:45:03 | 46.40 | |
| 1284 | 2010-10-18 02:18:47 | 48.30 | |
| 894 | 2010-09-08 12:34:01 | 46.83 | |
| 88 | 2009-07-17 15:26:20 | 33.83 |