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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1548 | 2012-06-01 09:15:20 | 62.34 | 93% |
| 1357 | 2010-03-03 16:11:41 | 61.85 | |
| 1245 | 2009-08-25 08:59:53 | 58.93 | |
| 926 | 2009-08-12 09:52:08 | 62.70 | |
| 509 | 2008-09-06 21:03:33 | 49.63 | |
| 226 | 2008-08-21 10:08:03 | 50.17 |