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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2113 | 2009-02-03 18:34:21 | 104.62 | |
| 1815 | 2008-12-20 04:17:22 | 85.75 | |
| 1289 | 2008-12-02 16:07:37 | 96.39 | |
| 1149 | 2008-11-06 19:08:27 | 93.64 | |
| 1104 | 2008-11-02 17:30:40 | 76.78 | |
| 717 | 2008-10-17 03:29:12 | 74.56 | |
| 497 | 2008-10-10 04:15:22 | 65.66 | |
| 233 | 2008-10-08 19:17:45 | 92.71 | |
| 186 | 2008-10-08 15:40:31 | 81.83 |