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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1191 | 2010-05-25 07:12:06 | 116.03 | |
| 941 | 2009-08-12 09:34:25 | 114.92 | |
| 888 | 2009-07-23 22:45:42 | 97.77 | |
| 830 | 2009-07-06 02:42:03 | 121.64 | |
| 750 | 2009-03-30 09:20:17 | 112.26 | |
| 738 | 2009-03-20 01:42:04 | 113.60 | |
| 625 | 2009-03-09 06:31:01 | 123.80 | |
| 498 | 2009-03-06 00:21:06 | 106.99 | |
| 40 | 2008-11-30 20:45:41 | 103.37 | |
| 5 | 2008-11-30 05:58:46 | 114.33 |