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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 817 | 2009-07-17 13:26:33 | 100.13 | |
| 574 | 2009-01-06 14:37:52 | 105.55 | |
| 455 | 2008-12-24 08:50:00 | 101.61 | |
| 432 | 2008-12-23 16:32:55 | 99.65 | |
| 239 | 2008-12-05 13:58:34 | 113.17 |