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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2109 | 2011-05-30 16:46:30 | 71.56 | 97% |
| 1890 | 2011-04-12 09:32:17 | 57.79 | |
| 1468 | 2011-03-09 20:26:13 | 60.85 | |
| 1372 | 2011-03-04 20:30:36 | 53.36 | |
| 744 | 2011-01-19 20:01:06 | 48.03 | |
| 322 | 2011-01-15 16:56:44 | 40.74 |