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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1588 | 2011-04-16 03:15:21 | 81.91 | |
| 1255 | 2011-03-20 08:08:05 | 66.26 | |
| 806 | 2011-02-07 12:40:28 | 68.78 | |
| 736 | 2011-02-05 10:42:55 | 60.28 | |
| 177 | 2010-08-25 18:56:01 | 68.28 | |
| 50 | 2008-11-16 11:36:16 | 33.57 |