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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1197 | 2012-02-03 20:48:52 | 63.15 | 97% |
| 1188 | 2012-02-03 20:15:04 | 57.03 | 96% |
| 377 | 2009-01-10 20:01:34 | 57.59 | |
| 283 | 2009-01-09 17:29:04 | 56.57 | |
| 188 | 2008-12-13 05:36:29 | 49.80 | |
| 144 | 2008-10-26 02:57:40 | 50.96 | |
| 85 | 2008-08-31 18:03:08 | 46.97 | |
| 69 | 2008-08-26 19:24:50 | 49.21 |