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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 700 | 2010-02-27 00:38:14 | 76.68 | |
| 684 | 2010-02-21 04:36:12 | 80.79 | |
| 526 | 2010-01-04 21:46:30 | 79.90 | |
| 464 | 2009-12-29 19:23:51 | 81.13 | |
| 393 | 2009-12-24 06:10:08 | 67.70 | |
| 275 | 2009-10-31 23:28:34 | 74.49 |