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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 739 | 2009-06-04 07:37:05 | 58.65 | |
| 736 | 2009-06-04 04:16:35 | 78.59 | |
| 619 | 2009-05-26 12:53:51 | 70.84 | |
| 601 | 2009-05-26 09:10:53 | 61.25 | |
| 487 | 2009-05-08 13:06:13 | 61.44 |