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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1012 | 2009-07-16 19:57:22 | 67.65 | |
| 823 | 2009-07-14 17:35:46 | 67.30 | |
| 692 | 2009-07-10 19:35:16 | 51.40 | |
| 586 | 2009-07-09 00:49:24 | 66.78 | |
| 409 | 2009-07-06 21:19:04 | 50.26 | |
| 304 | 2009-07-01 03:38:22 | 63.13 | |
| 220 | 2009-06-25 23:25:00 | 56.41 |