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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1583 | 2012-04-25 21:36:47 | 76.14 | 86% |
| 1292 | 2012-04-05 20:02:24 | 80.63 | 91% |
| 744 | 2011-01-12 15:02:54 | 62.90 | |
| 732 | 2010-11-02 13:20:26 | 48.84 | |
| 310 | 2009-12-23 06:35:07 | 39.11 |