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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2400 | 2014-07-11 09:23:29 | 85.69 | 99% |
| 1198 | 2010-11-26 09:26:26 | 60.96 | |
| 1064 | 2010-09-08 11:46:34 | 59.42 | |
| 730 | 2010-03-06 10:10:16 | 51.54 |