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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1151 | 2009-02-04 12:05:59 | 47.57 | |
| 913 | 2009-01-27 11:54:37 | 43.15 | |
| 863 | 2009-01-26 12:08:47 | 48.27 | |
| 484 | 2009-01-14 10:08:51 | 49.67 | |
| 444 | 2009-01-14 01:44:27 | 43.41 | |
| 381 | 2009-01-13 02:47:42 | 40.84 |