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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1036 | 2011-04-13 15:36:59 | 61.34 | |
| 935 | 2011-03-08 14:47:54 | 63.58 | |
| 785 | 2011-02-16 13:48:55 | 69.02 | |
| 418 | 2011-01-24 15:45:46 | 64.10 |