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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1777 | 2013-01-30 16:47:33 | 59.71 | 95% |
| 1140 | 2011-06-14 19:41:56 | 57.73 | 97% |
| 842 | 2010-10-02 08:46:22 | 62.90 | |
| 837 | 2010-10-02 07:33:52 | 58.70 | |
| 524 | 2010-08-06 07:12:24 | 53.86 | |
| 340 | 2010-02-20 20:29:21 | 43.95 | |
| 88 | 2010-01-28 11:05:38 | 44.07 | |
| 13 | 2010-01-20 16:55:25 | 33.93 |