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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 988 | 2009-03-31 04:32:26 | 67.75 | |
| 709 | 2009-03-27 02:24:39 | 63.24 | |
| 254 | 2009-03-20 07:55:53 | 72.55 | |
| 236 | 2009-03-20 04:12:39 | 62.23 | |
| 229 | 2009-03-20 04:03:50 | 64.49 | |
| 195 | 2009-03-20 03:20:14 | 64.93 | |
| 23 | 2009-03-19 03:02:27 | 58.86 |