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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1556 | 2011-11-08 09:28:56 | 78.24 | 93% |
| 1324 | 2010-05-18 09:54:43 | 73.41 | |
| 1039 | 2009-07-06 07:14:11 | 67.97 | |
| 757 | 2009-06-08 09:04:23 | 70.94 | |
| 745 | 2009-06-07 06:18:38 | 69.39 | |
| 339 | 2009-04-29 08:04:42 | 59.12 |