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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3307 | 2012-10-06 12:26:46 | 65.62 | 100% |
| 3169 | 2011-04-22 14:08:54 | 63.59 | |
| 3067 | 2010-08-21 15:04:05 | 67.42 | |
| 2791 | 2010-06-22 01:39:05 | 56.12 | |
| 2557 | 2010-05-18 15:25:19 | 57.20 | |
| 2488 | 2010-05-12 05:23:57 | 57.65 | |
| 2471 | 2010-05-11 14:32:36 | 59.57 | |
| 2088 | 2009-12-01 04:59:23 | 62.83 | |
| 1673 | 2009-11-08 04:42:35 | 57.96 | |
| 8 | 2009-09-16 06:27:57 | 44.70 |