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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 294 | 2009-07-20 10:23:06 | 63.14 | |
| 211 | 2009-07-06 06:28:59 | 57.74 | |
| 175 | 2009-07-03 06:41:34 | 54.60 | |
| 14 | 2009-06-18 16:23:31 | 52.95 |