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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2280 | 2012-05-01 13:56:46 | 55.08 | 92% |
| 1085 | 2010-07-29 18:00:57 | 52.09 | |
| 951 | 2010-07-19 17:24:30 | 49.45 | |
| 651 | 2010-07-09 00:47:48 | 40.85 | |
| 589 | 2010-04-12 12:08:39 | 42.89 | |
| 526 | 2009-08-15 16:39:49 | 42.32 | |
| 421 | 2009-05-23 23:09:35 | 36.09 | |
| 411 | 2009-05-23 19:18:18 | 40.28 | |
| 189 | 2009-05-01 19:04:29 | 37.78 | |
| 151 | 2009-04-30 14:36:31 | 45.57 | |
| 31 | 2009-04-25 19:24:11 | 36.20 |