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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 900 | 2015-10-15 13:05:33 | 79.78 | 88% |
| 373 | 2009-06-01 20:34:26 | 46.86 | |
| 325 | 2009-05-24 18:29:55 | 48.28 | |
| 138 | 2009-04-14 15:26:56 | 41.43 |