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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1030 | 2010-05-04 02:05:34 | 123.98 | |
| 861 | 2009-12-27 19:35:11 | 109.78 | |
| 648 | 2009-12-24 05:44:16 | 99.25 | |
| 397 | 2009-12-20 18:38:39 | 127.99 | |
| 392 | 2009-12-20 18:33:57 | 111.99 | |
| 146 | 2009-12-18 02:52:12 | 115.93 |