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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 942 | 2013-03-06 06:46:54 | 146.35 | 100% |
| 726 | 2013-02-27 09:09:17 | 161.95 | 100% |
| 399 | 2013-02-12 01:49:52 | 133.19 | 93% |
| 253 | 2010-10-29 00:50:09 | 142.68 | |
| 188 | 2010-04-24 04:00:35 | 143.54 | |
| 183 | 2010-04-24 03:57:27 | 128.81 |