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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1221 | 2011-10-05 15:44:21 | 60.19 | 94% |
| 1220 | 2011-10-05 15:41:55 | 63.89 | 96% |
| 1090 | 2010-11-10 02:52:32 | 52.28 | |
| 1049 | 2010-06-24 23:08:22 | 57.52 | |
| 958 | 2010-06-14 02:33:26 | 62.64 | |
| 792 | 2010-06-11 18:53:38 | 54.54 | |
| 697 | 2010-04-24 22:29:14 | 53.30 | |
| 548 | 2010-04-17 01:32:57 | 53.50 | |
| 348 | 2010-04-10 22:28:54 | 46.32 | |
| 91 | 2009-06-08 16:02:38 | 32.73 |