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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2685 | 2011-07-14 10:03:13 | 93.86 | 99% |
| 2645 | 2011-04-20 11:25:35 | 72.95 | |
| 2418 | 2010-12-25 06:36:15 | 80.51 | |
| 2183 | 2010-12-20 09:47:06 | 81.11 | |
| 2080 | 2010-12-18 08:48:59 | 80.17 | |
| 892 | 2010-07-29 15:11:04 | 66.52 | |
| 375 | 2010-07-13 07:50:56 | 78.85 | |
| 85 | 2010-07-08 08:42:09 | 68.32 |