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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1246 | 2009-04-16 21:19:37 | 44.26 | |
| 1100 | 2009-03-29 02:07:45 | 33.63 | |
| 1089 | 2009-03-29 01:48:58 | 40.00 | |
| 841 | 2009-03-13 00:03:57 | 32.37 | |
| 488 | 2009-03-03 23:19:28 | 45.32 | |
| 446 | 2009-03-03 22:04:14 | 46.39 | |
| 345 | 2009-02-26 17:43:10 | 38.66 | |
| 236 | 2009-02-21 23:16:35 | 33.16 |