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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1448 | 2013-07-08 07:34:00 | 51.29 | 92% |
| 387 | 2009-05-10 10:43:14 | 50.22 | |
| 122 | 2009-05-05 17:46:29 | 49.36 | |
| 81 | 2009-05-03 17:23:35 | 51.72 |