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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1837 | 2011-12-17 13:04:38 | 98.16 | 93% |
| 1307 | 2011-11-16 20:16:14 | 83.40 | 93% |
| 884 | 2011-10-10 18:30:55 | 77.74 | 91% |
| 839 | 2011-09-28 13:25:59 | 84.37 | 93% |
| 15 | 2010-08-25 20:37:16 | 61.52 |