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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1826 | 2010-07-13 21:10:09 | 46.48 | |
| 1576 | 2010-01-05 12:22:27 | 53.24 | |
| 1513 | 2009-12-25 10:15:50 | 52.37 | |
| 1464 | 2009-12-01 18:37:29 | 49.44 | |
| 1375 | 2009-11-22 11:21:40 | 54.73 | |
| 930 | 2009-06-11 07:43:52 | 59.39 | |
| 676 | 2009-05-20 20:48:21 | 53.85 | |
| 505 | 2009-04-16 15:40:48 | 44.63 |