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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 715 | 2009-09-14 05:58:24 | 47.63 | |
| 472 | 2009-08-04 06:33:38 | 38.20 | |
| 403 | 2009-08-01 04:57:23 | 40.31 | |
| 366 | 2009-07-27 05:07:05 | 36.52 | |
| 77 | 2009-04-20 04:19:05 | 35.34 |