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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1912 | 2011-01-21 09:14:40 | 46.73 | |
| 1092 | 2010-12-04 05:43:57 | 42.07 | |
| 871 | 2010-11-18 06:47:41 | 33.18 | |
| 825 | 2010-11-15 11:08:10 | 28.16 | |
| 820 | 2010-11-15 10:19:08 | 30.41 | |
| 535 | 2010-11-06 05:05:51 | 41.67 |