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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1092 | 2009-02-27 02:05:08 | 48.51 | |
| 804 | 2008-11-13 17:38:50 | 55.22 | |
| 753 | 2008-10-23 21:53:56 | 58.41 | |
| 707 | 2008-10-17 23:44:17 | 54.89 | |
| 547 | 2008-09-23 01:04:25 | 56.41 | |
| 528 | 2008-09-19 21:21:57 | 59.54 | |
| 399 | 2008-09-04 01:15:33 | 49.70 | |
| 391 | 2008-09-04 01:03:42 | 46.83 | |
| 95 | 2008-08-12 01:04:53 | 46.07 |