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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1208 | 2010-04-30 16:42:45 | 90.42 | |
| 1002 | 2010-03-18 14:22:00 | 83.43 | |
| 495 | 2009-12-06 16:06:08 | 87.77 | |
| 323 | 2009-11-30 22:44:06 | 84.43 |