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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2865 | 2012-01-22 17:23:07 | 79.02 | 94% |
| 2363 | 2010-03-12 04:31:22 | 66.13 | |
| 2237 | 2010-02-25 22:27:29 | 65.08 | |
| 1743 | 2010-01-09 23:57:06 | 60.63 | |
| 1134 | 2009-10-05 00:44:38 | 64.88 | |
| 196 | 2009-02-24 20:40:19 | 46.32 |