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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2577 | 2011-12-18 10:12:02 | 99.05 | 97% |
| 2379 | 2010-12-01 04:32:56 | 103.25 | |
| 1955 | 2010-11-11 07:08:49 | 97.06 | |
| 1879 | 2010-11-08 02:58:34 | 94.42 | |
| 1328 | 2010-11-03 04:09:14 | 98.93 | |
| 706 | 2010-10-20 03:34:36 | 88.58 | |
| 679 | 2010-10-18 06:50:06 | 79.81 |