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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 969 | 2008-11-08 03:06:11 | 50.03 | |
| 793 | 2008-10-15 12:50:30 | 55.44 | |
| 718 | 2008-10-14 07:35:06 | 51.71 | |
| 598 | 2008-10-09 02:05:57 | 48.97 | |
| 436 | 2008-10-03 10:17:10 | 55.05 | |
| 283 | 2008-09-30 04:59:41 | 49.56 | |
| 209 | 2008-09-25 08:16:21 | 53.78 | |
| 62 | 2008-09-21 05:19:31 | 51.84 |