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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1673 | 2010-01-09 17:22:01 | 47.88 | |
| 1535 | 2009-10-30 18:08:32 | 51.45 | |
| 1367 | 2009-10-18 22:16:27 | 50.41 | |
| 1249 | 2009-10-13 18:41:49 | 43.69 | |
| 1210 | 2009-10-08 09:54:23 | 50.53 | |
| 856 | 2009-09-21 10:32:33 | 42.25 | |
| 840 | 2009-09-21 09:08:26 | 47.89 | |
| 329 | 2009-08-27 18:55:06 | 42.83 |