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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1135 | 2010-01-29 03:47:56 | 96.31 | |
| 1049 | 2009-10-13 20:26:38 | 77.85 | |
| 988 | 2009-08-02 01:09:48 | 80.71 | |
| 958 | 2009-07-12 03:51:35 | 81.18 | |
| 698 | 2009-03-19 01:07:18 | 80.44 | |
| 628 | 2008-12-20 00:16:08 | 66.43 | |
| 361 | 2008-10-26 03:42:29 | 65.63 | |
| 269 | 2008-10-22 00:41:32 | 65.78 | |
| 213 | 2008-10-20 00:58:54 | 60.49 |