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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 666 | 2009-03-14 17:05:49 | 68.33 | |
| 625 | 2009-03-10 16:23:10 | 72.71 | |
| 541 | 2009-03-07 03:17:26 | 71.18 | |
| 521 | 2009-03-06 19:46:15 | 74.38 |