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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2027 | 2014-12-16 19:46:44 | 66.96 | 95% |
| 1300 | 2012-05-04 06:45:24 | 64.32 | 92% |
| 729 | 2010-10-13 17:48:55 | 61.95 | |
| 271 | 2010-09-26 15:45:27 | 60.34 |