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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1401 | 2010-01-23 20:52:40 | 58.23 | |
| 1174 | 2010-01-02 19:58:40 | 49.80 | |
| 832 | 2009-12-12 16:15:33 | 43.73 | |
| 644 | 2009-11-30 20:17:23 | 43.01 | |
| 169 | 2009-10-29 20:45:11 | 42.38 |