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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1458 | 2009-09-22 03:56:57 | 58.11 | |
| 1420 | 2009-09-19 04:21:10 | 45.61 | |
| 1375 | 2009-09-14 05:58:15 | 55.45 | |
| 1268 | 2009-09-11 05:09:42 | 57.57 | |
| 475 | 2009-07-10 05:05:19 | 49.55 | |
| 124 | 2009-04-30 06:26:43 | 37.43 | |
| 1 | 2009-04-20 06:45:19 | 31.78 |