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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1193 | 2010-04-15 01:49:18 | 69.82 | |
| 1116 | 2010-04-07 10:16:24 | 67.04 | |
| 1102 | 2010-04-06 16:18:34 | 67.80 | |
| 960 | 2010-03-20 15:40:52 | 71.07 | |
| 804 | 2010-03-15 13:07:37 | 66.26 | |
| 191 | 2010-02-18 08:38:13 | 68.12 |