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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1337 | 2012-03-27 13:54:48 | 72.74 | 96% |
| 585 | 2010-06-29 13:17:20 | 57.95 | |
| 75 | 2008-11-13 14:14:18 | 45.19 |