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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1141 | 2013-02-06 04:28:53 | 73.74 | 97% |
| 818 | 2010-09-29 23:19:28 | 75.51 | |
| 572 | 2009-02-21 18:51:58 | 73.05 | |
| 499 | 2008-11-12 23:22:11 | 68.52 | |
| 230 | 2008-10-19 07:01:45 | 66.88 |