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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1302 | 2011-08-24 21:57:03 | 56.99 | 94% |
| 969 | 2011-07-21 20:33:47 | 53.00 | 95% |
| 785 | 2011-06-30 18:47:51 | 55.73 | 93% |
| 736 | 2011-06-23 21:20:58 | 51.11 | 93% |
| 386 | 2011-05-01 16:48:00 | 48.14 | |
| 380 | 2011-05-01 16:37:27 | 45.66 |