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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 798 | 2010-12-19 14:40:11 | 128.93 | |
| 670 | 2010-12-06 22:45:35 | 108.33 | |
| 623 | 2010-12-06 04:45:53 | 108.32 | |
| 385 | 2009-06-11 09:12:19 | 121.77 | |
| 353 | 2009-06-09 00:09:32 | 120.36 | |
| 158 | 2008-11-20 13:53:42 | 99.70 | |
| 50 | 2008-08-25 13:18:22 | 124.78 |