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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3999 | 2011-03-30 04:01:09 | 71.10 | |
| 3832 | 2011-01-19 05:27:24 | 75.91 | |
| 3801 | 2011-01-04 05:08:18 | 72.72 | |
| 3502 | 2010-09-25 05:54:33 | 70.03 | |
| 3152 | 2010-06-30 04:55:48 | 63.31 | |
| 2032 | 2010-02-22 05:49:34 | 66.25 | |
| 988 | 2009-10-29 05:33:23 | 61.35 | |
| 631 | 2009-09-26 05:03:52 | 57.53 | |
| 326 | 2009-06-26 20:23:20 | 52.49 |