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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1121 | 2011-09-22 13:50:20 | 82.14 | 92% |
| 734 | 2009-04-04 23:18:22 | 94.91 | |
| 722 | 2009-02-14 18:01:37 | 79.99 | |
| 593 | 2008-10-29 19:16:57 | 99.17 | |
| 455 | 2008-09-29 18:42:07 | 86.24 | |
| 446 | 2008-09-29 14:59:13 | 86.55 | |
| 334 | 2008-09-05 18:54:34 | 109.19 | |
| 137 | 2008-08-18 00:08:03 | 79.57 |