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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1598 | 2009-04-11 02:11:59 | 49.54 | |
| 1562 | 2009-04-10 02:34:54 | 40.85 | |
| 1536 | 2009-04-06 11:37:50 | 46.55 | |
| 1513 | 2009-04-03 12:35:28 | 41.73 | |
| 1157 | 2009-03-23 09:13:10 | 44.66 | |
| 791 | 2009-03-16 04:36:56 | 37.95 | |
| 727 | 2009-03-15 14:51:07 | 52.67 |