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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 810 | 2013-05-09 10:39:04 | 116.12 | 98% |
| 794 | 2013-04-29 21:25:19 | 105.86 | 98% |
| 599 | 2009-11-18 13:40:24 | 106.11 | |
| 471 | 2009-11-02 00:56:53 | 102.64 | |
| 177 | 2009-10-07 00:07:06 | 96.51 |