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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2084 | 2011-04-26 01:38:37 | 83.07 | |
| 438 | 2009-06-05 23:15:30 | 75.12 | |
| 437 | 2009-06-05 23:14:27 | 74.05 | |
| 159 | 2009-02-23 22:15:38 | 59.62 | |
| 156 | 2009-02-23 22:03:56 | 80.67 | |
| 108 | 2009-02-23 18:21:55 | 67.86 |