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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1333 | 2012-05-11 20:15:57 | 66.53 | 94% |
| 992 | 2010-03-15 07:10:28 | 63.45 | |
| 823 | 2009-10-29 05:33:19 | 65.66 | |
| 745 | 2009-09-28 11:54:01 | 66.43 | |
| 664 | 2009-07-28 10:25:25 | 55.81 | |
| 419 | 2009-06-06 10:58:38 | 48.00 | |
| 283 | 2009-04-26 08:58:53 | 46.92 | |
| 132 | 2009-01-30 10:56:24 | 41.29 | |
| 92 | 2009-01-16 12:02:12 | 42.16 |