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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2963 | 2011-12-28 12:26:20 | 77.09 | 90% |
| 2356 | 2011-11-11 14:35:38 | 74.15 | 90% |
| 1670 | 2011-01-18 11:34:59 | 63.55 | |
| 1322 | 2011-01-05 14:44:14 | 66.84 | |
| 1314 | 2011-01-05 14:26:50 | 60.90 | |
| 965 | 2010-12-23 14:24:09 | 58.65 | |
| 902 | 2010-12-22 17:41:41 | 61.41 | |
| 475 | 2010-10-31 05:29:00 | 49.39 | |
| 252 | 2010-01-25 17:44:19 | 51.19 | |
| 146 | 2010-01-22 11:16:46 | 48.58 |