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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1754 | 2008-11-09 20:03:39 | 115.51 | |
| 1693 | 2008-11-08 00:48:20 | 91.72 | |
| 1677 | 2008-11-02 19:40:55 | 98.16 | |
| 850 | 2008-09-17 14:24:44 | 100.56 | |
| 749 | 2008-09-15 13:16:48 | 94.22 | |
| 412 | 2008-08-26 18:07:17 | 93.02 | |
| 357 | 2008-08-25 11:13:19 | 97.34 | |
| 143 | 2008-08-22 11:22:46 | 71.44 |