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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 806 | 2010-06-30 14:55:23 | 93.74 | |
| 770 | 2010-06-28 15:06:16 | 108.19 | |
| 714 | 2010-06-23 18:11:11 | 102.96 | |
| 144 | 2010-05-13 16:34:30 | 87.19 |