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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 741 | 2008-10-02 22:08:39 | 85.99 | |
| 678 | 2008-10-02 21:13:18 | 99.37 | |
| 457 | 2008-10-01 21:50:12 | 101.51 | |
| 153 | 2008-09-30 22:35:01 | 99.37 | |
| 89 | 2008-09-30 21:07:31 | 89.48 | |
| 63 | 2008-09-30 20:24:42 | 95.53 |