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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1333 | 2009-08-03 06:43:58 | 61.84 | |
| 1261 | 2009-07-16 11:22:05 | 75.79 | |
| 1234 | 2009-07-15 15:13:23 | 71.14 | |
| 821 | 2009-07-07 09:26:16 | 69.74 | |
| 553 | 2009-07-03 10:08:12 | 61.98 |