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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1819 | 2012-06-12 14:03:23 | 111.37 | 96% |
| 843 | 2011-12-27 07:42:23 | 103.83 | 94% |
| 688 | 2011-12-24 10:57:02 | 105.11 | 95% |
| 466 | 2011-12-21 14:13:25 | 111.71 | 97% |
| 440 | 2011-12-18 11:24:19 | 95.28 | 93% |
| 137 | 2011-04-20 06:16:39 | 92.50 | |
| 75 | 2011-04-15 12:17:05 | 102.08 |