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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1131 | 2010-05-18 03:41:09 | 87.46 | |
| 1120 | 2010-05-18 02:02:55 | 89.11 | |
| 1021 | 2010-04-20 03:24:44 | 76.56 | |
| 812 | 2010-03-29 04:14:42 | 67.33 | |
| 689 | 2010-03-16 03:31:55 | 78.80 |