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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1896 | 2010-04-04 13:04:20 | 50.27 | |
| 1751 | 2010-03-05 17:23:47 | 44.11 | |
| 1024 | 2010-01-23 16:07:53 | 38.32 | |
| 294 | 2009-12-10 10:12:00 | 29.52 | |
| 254 | 2009-12-09 14:44:15 | 27.26 |