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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1609 | 2009-05-05 05:07:00 | 69.54 | |
| 1400 | 2009-02-11 00:34:19 | 65.99 | |
| 1250 | 2009-02-07 10:12:08 | 54.92 | |
| 602 | 2009-01-19 09:23:42 | 59.66 | |
| 473 | 2009-01-14 09:48:44 | 58.13 | |
| 149 | 2008-12-20 01:06:00 | 55.41 | |
| 30 | 2008-12-18 21:46:11 | 53.24 | |
| 15 | 2008-12-18 21:23:34 | 55.61 |