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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2755 | 2011-07-05 02:06:10 | 61.22 | 90% |
| 2715 | 2011-07-04 03:50:34 | 61.43 | 93% |
| 2150 | 2010-09-06 10:49:41 | 52.97 | |
| 2098 | 2010-09-01 10:09:56 | 56.18 | |
| 1116 | 2010-07-08 09:52:19 | 51.16 | |
| 533 | 2010-06-20 09:49:48 | 46.55 | |
| 527 | 2010-06-20 09:38:42 | 44.91 |