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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3235 | 2011-04-07 22:50:59 | 66.97 | |
| 3128 | 2011-03-20 07:09:36 | 66.46 | |
| 2638 | 2011-01-20 21:35:51 | 61.55 | |
| 2092 | 2010-12-07 03:18:15 | 62.86 | |
| 1738 | 2010-11-20 20:02:00 | 59.74 | |
| 713 | 2010-08-24 16:13:39 | 59.11 |