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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 610 | 2010-02-01 01:14:52 | 135.21 | |
| 566 | 2009-07-05 12:01:49 | 145.91 | |
| 365 | 2008-10-13 05:09:54 | 125.95 | |
| 335 | 2008-10-12 19:55:09 | 125.18 |