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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 712 | 2011-06-06 01:05:30 | 72.99 | 87% |
| 567 | 2009-01-18 00:01:42 | 67.92 | |
| 551 | 2008-12-16 04:21:06 | 87.99 | |
| 441 | 2008-12-09 07:15:04 | 76.39 | |
| 332 | 2008-11-28 05:58:17 | 75.89 | |
| 331 | 2008-11-28 05:57:07 | 66.86 | |
| 312 | 2008-11-26 16:23:53 | 73.07 | |
| 274 | 2008-11-23 03:04:40 | 61.53 | |
| 98 | 2008-09-12 05:57:29 | 66.66 |