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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1551 | 2011-06-18 09:24:13 | 81.66 | 93% |
| 1474 | 2011-06-12 21:48:19 | 74.01 | 95% |
| 1410 | 2011-04-10 12:41:24 | 98.98 | |
| 1322 | 2011-03-26 19:35:53 | 80.18 | |
| 872 | 2009-07-20 19:40:34 | 70.22 | |
| 10 | 2009-04-16 13:30:58 | 60.63 |