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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 458 | 2010-04-21 19:29:40 | 133.07 | |
| 338 | 2010-03-09 03:56:06 | 88.79 | |
| 319 | 2010-03-09 00:47:43 | 114.09 | |
| 243 | 2010-03-05 22:17:16 | 125.24 | |
| 232 | 2010-03-05 21:58:19 | 113.74 | |
| 68 | 2010-03-01 21:06:09 | 111.46 |