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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2488 | 2011-05-06 19:23:02 | 86.52 | 98% |
| 2100 | 2010-10-24 23:20:44 | 76.49 | |
| 1766 | 2010-09-17 16:17:25 | 91.85 | |
| 1606 | 2009-12-16 17:46:08 | 70.45 | |
| 1241 | 2009-08-12 02:58:21 | 75.00 | |
| 1025 | 2009-06-04 04:53:37 | 88.29 | |
| 49 | 2009-05-02 01:52:35 | 77.39 |