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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3251 | 2010-09-17 13:11:43 | 80.28 | |
| 2230 | 2009-12-05 17:22:40 | 74.02 | |
| 2135 | 2009-11-16 14:02:44 | 76.09 | |
| 1890 | 2009-11-08 15:41:21 | 72.80 | |
| 948 | 2009-10-18 10:18:56 | 68.73 | |
| 770 | 2009-10-15 16:52:05 | 69.83 |