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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1929 | 2011-01-03 09:24:59 | 44.03 | |
| 1749 | 2010-12-22 08:33:00 | 43.76 | |
| 1648 | 2010-12-17 07:42:46 | 43.67 | |
| 1257 | 2010-11-30 04:42:23 | 40.23 | |
| 817 | 2010-11-23 04:44:07 | 35.93 | |
| 170 | 2010-11-08 07:19:23 | 31.01 |