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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1713 | 2009-12-08 01:00:15 | 78.98 | |
| 1566 | 2009-11-21 03:53:50 | 72.06 | |
| 1406 | 2009-11-06 05:35:44 | 73.15 | |
| 1104 | 2009-10-16 06:41:49 | 71.71 | |
| 978 | 2009-10-15 03:51:34 | 73.33 | |
| 872 | 2009-10-10 06:30:45 | 65.62 | |
| 329 | 2009-08-25 10:28:13 | 83.45 |