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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1060 | 2009-09-09 13:14:23 | 57.52 | |
| 1058 | 2009-09-09 13:12:03 | 52.41 | |
| 397 | 2009-08-20 08:35:32 | 50.31 | |
| 31 | 2009-08-03 17:02:52 | 36.50 | |
| 25 | 2009-08-03 16:52:47 | 38.97 | |
| 18 | 2009-08-03 12:28:56 | 40.92 |