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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1510 | 2013-08-03 12:17:34 | 129.99 | 90% |
| 1120 | 2012-09-22 13:11:58 | 128.72 | 94% |
| 397 | 2011-07-03 15:27:17 | 117.16 | 93% |
| 72 | 2010-02-19 13:12:26 | 94.14 |