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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1379 | 2010-05-08 23:01:40 | 108.88 | |
| 981 | 2009-07-08 22:54:22 | 111.44 | |
| 698 | 2009-06-21 00:16:51 | 103.38 | |
| 663 | 2009-06-20 21:41:22 | 108.74 | |
| 532 | 2009-06-15 05:24:30 | 97.14 | |
| 527 | 2009-06-15 05:19:15 | 101.12 |