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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 748 | 2011-10-09 02:33:25 | 68.23 | 99% |
| 441 | 2009-01-13 16:55:25 | 68.52 | |
| 314 | 2008-12-05 19:06:41 | 59.09 | |
| 309 | 2008-12-05 14:20:52 | 60.08 | |
| 196 | 2008-11-18 11:48:56 | 69.94 | |
| 55 | 2008-11-06 15:29:56 | 62.68 |