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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 960 | 2011-04-17 20:01:00 | 60.77 | |
| 811 | 2010-02-27 22:34:50 | 53.76 | |
| 649 | 2009-09-07 22:14:40 | 62.94 | |
| 367 | 2009-06-08 18:31:25 | 58.12 | |
| 263 | 2009-03-25 04:51:10 | 58.31 |