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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1159 | 2010-07-20 13:48:28 | 111.07 | |
| 1075 | 2010-07-02 16:43:27 | 98.76 | |
| 354 | 2008-12-18 13:33:19 | 94.67 | |
| 351 | 2008-12-18 01:06:28 | 101.06 | |
| 279 | 2008-12-16 14:22:10 | 100.64 |