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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1151 | 2009-03-06 14:39:23 | 51.82 | |
| 876 | 2008-12-26 18:35:47 | 46.37 | |
| 646 | 2008-12-16 09:30:32 | 47.80 | |
| 233 | 2008-11-24 13:32:49 | 43.45 | |
| 193 | 2008-11-24 09:06:12 | 40.48 |