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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2273 | 2015-04-05 14:40:47 | 84.37 | 98% |
| 747 | 2009-01-22 19:22:41 | 70.34 | |
| 737 | 2009-01-11 03:05:35 | 73.14 | |
| 734 | 2009-01-11 03:01:44 | 70.57 | |
| 696 | 2009-01-09 20:07:48 | 74.81 | |
| 544 | 2008-12-29 07:44:55 | 63.22 | |
| 481 | 2008-12-20 06:47:38 | 73.50 | |
| 285 | 2008-12-05 04:03:31 | 74.16 |