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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1584 | 2011-02-19 00:08:02 | 65.03 | |
| 1502 | 2011-02-15 04:51:33 | 66.94 | |
| 1362 | 2011-02-07 19:56:50 | 63.90 | |
| 1021 | 2011-02-04 17:53:39 | 60.04 | |
| 934 | 2011-02-04 00:00:32 | 59.52 | |
| 158 | 2011-01-26 18:37:59 | 60.96 | |
| 146 | 2011-01-26 17:02:46 | 54.89 | |
| 74 | 2011-01-25 01:43:51 | 58.74 |