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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1485 | 2010-06-30 16:09:50 | 71.92 | |
| 1472 | 2010-06-30 13:25:26 | 76.39 | |
| 1402 | 2010-06-18 17:38:38 | 77.27 | |
| 588 | 2010-04-26 22:19:59 | 69.18 | |
| 326 | 2010-04-21 22:30:39 | 65.33 |