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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 921 | 2010-12-08 01:48:18 | 90.35 | |
| 690 | 2010-12-02 16:36:51 | 91.08 | |
| 647 | 2010-11-29 20:36:38 | 85.70 | |
| 484 | 2010-11-27 05:02:30 | 87.32 | |
| 399 | 2010-11-25 03:31:38 | 87.05 |