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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1730 | 2014-03-04 10:50:08 | 58.94 | 96% |
| 1357 | 2011-10-14 18:52:15 | 63.03 | 97% |
| 1082 | 2011-06-04 15:44:15 | 54.48 | 97% |
| 970 | 2011-04-15 07:41:57 | 52.23 | |
| 306 | 2011-01-26 04:31:32 | 40.39 | |
| 178 | 2011-01-22 09:53:49 | 36.67 | |
| 26 | 2011-01-19 18:12:58 | 33.27 |