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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 676 | 2015-04-28 16:14:44 | 110.58 | 93% |
| 353 | 2008-10-11 20:39:50 | 121.72 | |
| 321 | 2008-10-10 18:09:42 | 125.85 | |
| 209 | 2008-10-10 01:56:22 | 100.83 | |
| 120 | 2008-10-09 16:26:29 | 127.19 | |
| 113 | 2008-10-09 16:18:48 | 110.94 |