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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 475 | 2012-06-16 06:56:09 | 62.94 | 95% |
| 465 | 2012-01-26 04:36:47 | 55.27 | 90% |
| 274 | 2010-10-04 06:53:48 | 61.93 | |
| 259 | 2010-10-04 04:22:13 | 49.22 | |
| 219 | 2010-09-26 12:31:13 | 56.87 |