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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1509 | 2009-05-18 06:30:00 | 68.48 | |
| 1314 | 2009-05-08 03:18:31 | 56.52 | |
| 1245 | 2009-05-07 09:55:03 | 57.04 | |
| 1235 | 2009-05-07 09:15:46 | 70.09 | |
| 362 | 2009-04-27 09:05:00 | 63.41 | |
| 169 | 2009-04-26 09:03:00 | 43.29 |