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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1278 | 2012-06-12 14:03:26 | 101.58 | 97% |
| 1265 | 2012-02-25 21:42:45 | 94.32 | 94% |
| 1243 | 2012-02-21 11:31:14 | 93.62 | 93% |
| 416 | 2009-08-16 21:05:16 | 88.88 | |
| 102 | 2009-08-10 11:48:49 | 74.63 | |
| 45 | 2009-08-05 09:26:31 | 89.41 |