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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1057 | 2009-04-02 06:52:56 | 55.15 | |
| 830 | 2009-01-15 19:10:52 | 53.07 | |
| 623 | 2008-12-18 06:59:52 | 58.37 | |
| 541 | 2008-12-16 07:59:05 | 55.80 | |
| 260 | 2008-11-27 07:12:32 | 51.96 |