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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1576 | 2010-06-20 10:43:15 | 128.60 | |
| 1539 | 2010-06-09 09:35:52 | 122.05 | |
| 1248 | 2010-06-04 06:33:15 | 108.66 | |
| 745 | 2010-05-29 12:28:24 | 122.16 | |
| 436 | 2010-05-25 07:43:42 | 102.69 |