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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2817 | 2013-05-17 16:49:28 | 68.66 | 93% |
| 2677 | 2013-04-02 17:45:30 | 75.66 | 96% |
| 735 | 2011-08-28 00:36:13 | 63.79 | 93% |
| 240 | 2011-01-17 04:34:28 | 79.42 | |
| 61 | 2011-01-03 05:23:30 | 67.09 |