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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1560 | 2012-08-26 20:11:47 | 61.07 | 92% |
| 1205 | 2011-01-09 18:22:44 | 56.62 | |
| 857 | 2010-12-12 19:47:37 | 51.85 | |
| 383 | 2010-11-21 19:41:42 | 52.08 | |
| 313 | 2010-11-20 23:11:21 | 55.15 |