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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1089 | 2011-02-12 14:02:10 | 83.21 | |
| 857 | 2011-01-04 20:30:22 | 73.55 | |
| 831 | 2011-01-04 12:52:35 | 74.12 | |
| 692 | 2011-01-02 09:59:39 | 56.44 | |
| 616 | 2010-12-28 15:59:57 | 65.48 |