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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1457 | 2011-08-18 00:06:39 | 42.54 | 91% |
| 1274 | 2011-07-26 09:10:52 | 44.50 | 87% |
| 895 | 2011-06-02 00:03:10 | 45.37 | 92% |
| 349 | 2009-08-25 15:59:58 | 38.87 | |
| 300 | 2008-11-20 10:17:56 | 39.11 | |
| 265 | 2008-09-09 07:58:36 | 42.38 | |
| 207 | 2008-08-23 10:16:44 | 43.69 |