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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1317 | 2009-08-28 19:37:07 | 38.98 | |
| 1173 | 2009-08-26 15:27:50 | 40.56 | |
| 1052 | 2009-08-25 01:11:58 | 31.98 | |
| 868 | 2009-08-24 03:52:07 | 33.54 | |
| 754 | 2009-08-23 19:30:54 | 38.48 | |
| 632 | 2009-08-23 03:31:12 | 35.85 |