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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 903 | 2011-10-09 05:55:01 | 50.58 | 93% |
| 623 | 2010-02-07 04:52:23 | 40.48 | |
| 546 | 2009-10-04 15:43:56 | 42.46 | |
| 68 | 2009-07-08 05:22:28 | 31.32 | |
| 24 | 2009-07-07 11:47:21 | 32.88 |