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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1059 | 2015-06-15 08:27:49 | 77.04 | 88% |
| 528 | 2011-02-02 18:02:12 | 51.03 | |
| 489 | 2011-02-02 12:34:44 | 59.05 | |
| 350 | 2011-01-26 21:02:33 | 46.73 | |
| 263 | 2011-01-25 10:48:10 | 47.65 | |
| 170 | 2011-01-14 11:06:47 | 40.92 |