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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1570 | 2012-10-23 10:47:52 | 72.44 | 93% |
| 1048 | 2009-03-27 15:45:55 | 48.58 | |
| 629 | 2008-12-05 15:54:37 | 41.71 | |
| 176 | 2008-11-22 05:40:52 | 37.61 |