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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1546 | 2014-08-07 20:47:22 | 43.97 | 92% |
| 839 | 2010-12-04 16:20:55 | 24.55 | |
| 720 | 2010-07-09 16:25:48 | 50.01 | |
| 129 | 2009-01-12 18:53:05 | 39.03 |