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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1108 | 2009-09-05 10:19:08 | 117.70 | |
| 982 | 2009-08-31 01:06:39 | 124.39 | |
| 596 | 2009-08-20 11:54:53 | 117.56 | |
| 516 | 2009-08-19 19:01:39 | 124.31 | |
| 331 | 2009-08-16 02:04:18 | 114.61 |