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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1257 | 2011-02-05 01:25:23 | 73.35 | |
| 1203 | 2011-02-01 08:50:16 | 69.09 | |
| 710 | 2011-01-01 00:13:18 | 59.46 | |
| 505 | 2010-12-28 02:28:22 | 58.38 | |
| 371 | 2010-12-17 01:47:52 | 53.82 | |
| 215 | 2010-12-15 10:39:33 | 61.23 |