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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1008 | 2011-07-20 00:05:04 | 97.47 | 92% |
| 663 | 2011-01-15 15:40:18 | 86.43 | |
| 300 | 2011-01-06 01:53:15 | 80.17 | |
| 180 | 2010-12-07 01:28:01 | 75.01 |