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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1395 | 2012-09-18 11:53:27 | 86.12 | 97% |
| 1377 | 2011-12-02 10:47:03 | 79.17 | 95% |
| 591 | 2009-05-23 06:34:20 | 73.92 | |
| 568 | 2009-05-22 04:38:53 | 74.80 | |
| 485 | 2009-05-20 07:27:35 | 63.31 | |
| 111 | 2009-01-14 12:24:35 | 66.06 | |
| 61 | 2009-01-07 09:22:19 | 62.88 |