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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1670 | 2011-04-28 10:42:08 | 64.57 | |
| 1152 | 2011-04-19 05:48:28 | 65.18 | |
| 1103 | 2011-04-15 11:14:57 | 58.93 | |
| 357 | 2011-01-25 12:56:03 | 65.02 | |
| 302 | 2011-01-24 22:38:58 | 64.42 | |
| 285 | 2011-01-24 22:19:07 | 59.02 |