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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2324 | 2010-07-18 01:15:01 | 73.99 | |
| 2283 | 2010-07-17 21:04:39 | 57.34 | |
| 1545 | 2010-06-30 04:23:46 | 54.16 | |
| 1519 | 2010-06-29 13:17:19 | 58.84 | |
| 906 | 2010-06-21 20:21:03 | 57.60 | |
| 669 | 2010-06-20 20:05:51 | 60.36 | |
| 315 | 2010-06-19 15:41:46 | 74.88 |