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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1227 | 2009-07-05 07:37:07 | 58.81 | |
| 1182 | 2009-06-30 15:45:53 | 59.57 | |
| 639 | 2009-03-03 09:03:54 | 48.47 | |
| 66 | 2009-01-16 02:23:10 | 38.93 |