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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2486 | 2011-06-12 09:51:55 | 86.41 | 99% |
| 2250 | 2011-06-03 16:45:11 | 90.85 | 99% |
| 2241 | 2011-06-03 16:36:39 | 91.52 | 99% |
| 2155 | 2011-05-31 16:45:56 | 84.99 | 98% |
| 1527 | 2010-06-30 17:47:24 | 79.83 | |
| 588 | 2010-02-15 10:03:16 | 82.93 |