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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 830 | 2010-01-14 21:10:24 | 56.82 | |
| 770 | 2010-01-06 11:16:36 | 53.15 | |
| 718 | 2010-01-03 12:38:37 | 55.80 | |
| 713 | 2010-01-02 19:10:26 | 53.42 | |
| 1 | 2009-12-09 20:03:51 | 36.47 |