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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1744 | 2009-08-31 13:55:33 | 95.30 | |
| 1549 | 2009-04-14 13:37:36 | 95.36 | |
| 1263 | 2009-02-16 14:45:15 | 98.10 | |
| 1065 | 2009-01-11 20:03:24 | 96.60 | |
| 794 | 2008-11-13 18:35:04 | 81.66 | |
| 498 | 2008-10-24 18:54:01 | 77.75 | |
| 36 | 2008-09-19 17:48:24 | 79.73 |