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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2223 | 2009-11-24 11:35:25 | 83.61 | |
| 2167 | 2009-11-17 16:08:20 | 93.18 | |
| 1576 | 2009-07-22 14:48:30 | 89.79 | |
| 944 | 2009-06-26 12:21:40 | 89.76 | |
| 638 | 2009-05-23 12:36:29 | 76.71 | |
| 510 | 2009-05-19 13:20:20 | 94.98 | |
| 133 | 2009-05-09 21:16:12 | 66.39 | |
| 25 | 2009-04-25 13:27:48 | 76.88 |