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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2069 | 2014-04-13 00:29:03 | 63.57 | 92% |
| 1963 | 2014-04-02 23:14:08 | 70.29 | 97% |
| 1759 | 2014-01-14 02:53:22 | 78.16 | 97% |
| 592 | 2011-08-22 23:46:36 | 71.00 | 96% |
| 557 | 2011-08-22 04:06:01 | 68.95 | 95% |
| 414 | 2011-08-16 02:51:37 | 71.45 | 97% |