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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2736 | 2011-09-30 08:15:47 | 66.30 | 92% |
| 2084 | 2011-08-14 11:06:50 | 55.64 | 92% |
| 500 | 2011-07-02 03:46:45 | 54.60 | 91% |
| 460 | 2011-07-01 02:25:52 | 53.00 | 88% |
| 397 | 2011-06-26 09:15:33 | 57.06 | 93% |