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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2267 | 2011-01-15 23:09:51 | 65.12 | |
| 1624 | 2010-10-19 15:26:04 | 57.50 | |
| 668 | 2010-07-25 01:02:57 | 58.36 | |
| 637 | 2010-07-19 23:06:44 | 55.08 | |
| 467 | 2010-06-19 22:12:00 | 45.13 | |
| 186 | 2010-05-22 18:48:25 | 35.97 |