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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1038 | 2011-05-12 05:29:28 | 76.34 | 92% |
| 1006 | 2009-02-19 03:16:59 | 103.53 | |
| 1001 | 2009-02-19 03:09:04 | 84.81 | |
| 852 | 2008-12-17 21:26:03 | 84.83 | |
| 593 | 2008-09-08 02:09:33 | 88.86 | |
| 455 | 2008-09-04 00:20:09 | 85.60 | |
| 440 | 2008-09-02 23:14:16 | 90.56 |