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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2202 | 2011-11-30 03:10:04 | 84.02 | 96% |
| 1941 | 2011-08-07 16:39:06 | 69.46 | 93% |
| 775 | 2010-10-20 02:58:35 | 75.38 | |
| 685 | 2010-10-15 21:30:28 | 54.76 | |
| 474 | 2010-09-25 01:54:53 | 64.81 | |
| 464 | 2010-09-24 23:32:38 | 56.90 |