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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2593 | 2010-04-27 08:17:12 | 97.72 | |
| 1885 | 2010-03-26 07:32:58 | 72.81 | |
| 871 | 2010-01-29 11:40:03 | 81.08 | |
| 701 | 2010-01-27 10:01:43 | 73.21 | |
| 580 | 2010-01-25 12:33:51 | 86.54 | |
| 210 | 2010-01-15 11:06:58 | 73.54 |