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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1268 | 2008-12-30 21:10:16 | 80.00 | |
| 1186 | 2008-12-07 18:51:13 | 67.69 | |
| 588 | 2008-11-02 17:22:08 | 65.41 | |
| 463 | 2008-10-28 22:32:04 | 62.12 | |
| 451 | 2008-10-28 15:34:20 | 55.28 | |
| 377 | 2008-10-25 15:15:22 | 63.48 |