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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1554 | 2012-09-20 01:54:55 | 72.33 | 96% |
| 1189 | 2011-12-04 10:52:03 | 70.51 | 96% |
| 776 | 2011-10-14 09:32:57 | 59.10 | 92% |
| 418 | 2011-07-12 16:22:51 | 57.06 | 93% |