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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1817 | 2010-06-08 16:48:34 | 103.15 | |
| 1529 | 2010-05-14 13:15:10 | 90.90 | |
| 919 | 2010-05-01 19:06:08 | 93.98 | |
| 643 | 2009-03-14 21:58:45 | 81.04 | |
| 415 | 2009-02-22 19:26:05 | 78.53 | |
| 296 | 2008-08-31 08:31:27 | 80.70 | |
| 248 | 2008-08-28 18:52:08 | 91.45 | |
| 238 | 2008-08-24 15:42:38 | 75.48 | |
| 128 | 2008-08-23 14:44:03 | 77.21 |