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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 748 | 2009-10-09 04:40:16 | 36.45 | |
| 745 | 2009-10-09 04:34:47 | 42.02 | |
| 606 | 2009-09-10 14:55:42 | 31.34 | |
| 296 | 2009-07-19 02:15:54 | 34.75 | |
| 181 | 2009-04-17 17:02:04 | 34.13 |