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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1388 | 2010-07-24 13:46:57 | 83.74 | |
| 886 | 2010-06-03 19:50:15 | 76.85 | |
| 770 | 2010-05-18 15:25:05 | 75.28 | |
| 616 | 2010-05-08 15:53:45 | 74.63 | |
| 461 | 2010-05-03 02:06:59 | 67.68 |