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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2426 | 2010-07-29 15:23:09 | 83.78 | |
| 1927 | 2010-07-19 10:39:18 | 82.35 | |
| 1197 | 2010-07-11 08:38:15 | 77.51 | |
| 1060 | 2010-07-10 12:40:39 | 90.39 | |
| 789 | 2010-07-08 14:17:39 | 76.48 |