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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1406 | 2009-05-04 09:44:05 | 42.87 | |
| 1321 | 2009-04-30 08:45:56 | 42.60 | |
| 1313 | 2009-04-30 08:32:50 | 38.39 | |
| 895 | 2009-04-23 03:47:02 | 39.50 | |
| 593 | 2009-04-15 03:36:49 | 42.04 | |
| 445 | 2009-04-11 08:48:40 | 32.36 |