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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1656 | 2012-05-01 11:03:54 | 58.70 | 91% |
| 1234 | 2012-03-28 17:54:12 | 57.84 | 93% |
| 786 | 2010-12-10 01:09:17 | 65.59 | |
| 567 | 2010-11-25 20:44:58 | 58.09 | |
| 92 | 2008-12-08 13:18:43 | 49.06 |