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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1265 | 2011-07-25 13:29:38 | 57.30 | 93% |
| 1107 | 2011-07-16 06:49:58 | 50.77 | 91% |
| 1075 | 2010-11-26 09:25:10 | 52.71 | |
| 316 | 2010-08-21 06:33:18 | 39.71 | |
| 202 | 2010-08-19 14:02:06 | 35.55 | |
| 126 | 2010-08-19 06:20:43 | 32.93 |