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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 977 | 2009-05-18 05:22:30 | 57.82 | |
| 828 | 2009-05-14 03:13:41 | 52.77 | |
| 789 | 2009-05-13 10:52:21 | 48.72 | |
| 572 | 2009-05-11 07:32:29 | 47.88 | |
| 550 | 2009-05-11 05:54:04 | 48.23 |