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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 929 | 2011-08-20 23:14:26 | 70.80 | 96% |
| 321 | 2011-05-26 11:45:20 | 60.68 | 91% |
| 300 | 2011-05-25 20:36:58 | 61.91 | 94% |
| 287 | 2011-05-25 17:50:40 | 71.70 | 99% |
| 75 | 2011-05-17 20:06:11 | 55.74 | 90% |
| 7 | 2011-05-16 10:33:23 | 61.80 | 94% |