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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1794 | 2013-07-02 18:20:45 | 66.46 | 87% |
| 1478 | 2012-11-21 03:37:36 | 75.44 | 94% |
| 918 | 2011-08-24 22:07:36 | 72.11 | 95% |
| 213 | 2010-10-09 03:30:58 | 57.48 |