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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 887 | 2012-12-07 15:38:04 | 73.87 | 92% |
| 398 | 2010-12-14 02:15:34 | 72.61 | |
| 274 | 2009-05-13 16:16:17 | 70.23 | |
| 26 | 2008-11-03 02:56:11 | 58.41 |