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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1510 | 2010-01-14 04:00:29 | 53.94 | |
| 1441 | 2010-01-07 14:29:12 | 48.11 | |
| 1432 | 2010-01-07 14:15:39 | 51.31 | |
| 1059 | 2009-10-10 01:14:32 | 52.05 | |
| 288 | 2009-03-31 18:07:42 | 39.77 | |
| 253 | 2009-03-31 15:14:22 | 39.37 | |
| 187 | 2009-03-13 03:18:18 | 38.50 |