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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2018 | 2010-11-08 13:36:26 | 64.16 | |
| 1933 | 2010-11-04 00:50:53 | 67.03 | |
| 1643 | 2010-06-04 21:47:01 | 70.84 | |
| 1534 | 2009-01-13 22:11:29 | 71.64 | |
| 839 | 2008-11-16 12:42:42 | 61.94 | |
| 333 | 2008-10-07 23:40:39 | 54.94 | |
| 89 | 2008-09-26 23:35:03 | 55.64 |