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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1069 | 2009-07-02 15:34:03 | 66.75 | |
| 975 | 2009-06-16 01:21:45 | 63.06 | |
| 530 | 2009-05-28 18:59:06 | 53.48 | |
| 271 | 2009-05-17 16:29:07 | 41.91 | |
| 231 | 2009-05-16 14:35:58 | 50.10 |