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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1220 | 2014-10-03 06:33:25 | 61.05 | 94% |
| 1130 | 2012-06-18 05:40:06 | 57.86 | 91% |
| 363 | 2009-08-03 07:34:38 | 52.10 | |
| 240 | 2009-07-13 07:18:32 | 59.32 | |
| 195 | 2009-06-25 09:12:34 | 56.91 | |
| 146 | 2009-05-19 10:57:18 | 46.87 |