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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 686 | 2010-06-10 09:20:56 | 43.15 | |
| 592 | 2010-05-17 19:37:05 | 42.35 | |
| 207 | 2010-03-07 18:36:52 | 36.51 | |
| 194 | 2010-03-07 18:16:16 | 38.19 | |
| 137 | 2010-03-01 10:19:52 | 31.41 | |
| 123 | 2010-02-25 22:16:19 | 31.84 |