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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2339 | 2011-12-11 05:07:11 | 58.82 | 90% |
| 2107 | 2011-11-28 22:19:57 | 67.51 | 97% |
| 1784 | 2011-04-22 01:19:55 | 65.82 | |
| 1222 | 2010-06-10 06:01:15 | 38.62 | |
| 1158 | 2010-06-06 06:58:26 | 59.93 | |
| 912 | 2010-05-11 16:48:49 | 74.09 | |
| 876 | 2010-05-11 07:48:17 | 71.30 | |
| 578 | 2010-05-05 19:07:02 | 62.65 |