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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1102 | 2009-07-01 13:27:46 | 118.41 | |
| 1085 | 2009-07-01 11:52:10 | 99.77 | |
| 667 | 2009-06-02 14:29:17 | 106.82 | |
| 550 | 2009-06-01 14:29:44 | 90.83 | |
| 426 | 2009-06-01 11:17:15 | 89.61 | |
| 271 | 2009-05-21 16:03:23 | 101.33 | |
| 187 | 2009-05-05 14:23:30 | 83.82 |