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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 579 | 2009-06-01 18:56:22 | 58.39 | |
| 577 | 2009-06-01 18:52:22 | 47.78 | |
| 401 | 2009-05-15 19:03:00 | 45.92 | |
| 373 | 2009-05-15 00:16:40 | 45.35 | |
| 44 | 2009-03-13 19:13:34 | 32.27 |