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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1771 | 2009-11-07 20:24:18 | 57.52 | |
| 1698 | 2009-11-05 20:08:04 | 52.05 | |
| 1499 | 2009-11-03 19:07:02 | 52.51 | |
| 917 | 2009-10-08 18:00:12 | 46.23 | |
| 856 | 2009-10-07 00:12:00 | 52.57 | |
| 848 | 2009-10-06 23:53:21 | 45.89 | |
| 774 | 2009-10-06 18:36:02 | 47.01 | |
| 228 | 2009-09-22 19:59:29 | 49.44 |