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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1666 | 2009-09-04 14:54:32 | 58.82 | |
| 1057 | 2009-05-10 15:18:28 | 55.84 | |
| 911 | 2009-04-23 14:33:09 | 60.06 | |
| 507 | 2009-02-05 08:55:23 | 54.70 | |
| 435 | 2009-01-17 14:13:17 | 50.30 | |
| 361 | 2009-01-07 07:31:05 | 52.55 | |
| 328 | 2009-01-02 13:47:27 | 46.96 |