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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2011-01-31 13:05:32 | 37.66 | |
| 805 | 2010-12-17 15:09:28 | 33.21 | |
| 615 | 2010-12-14 14:48:33 | 35.97 | |
| 507 | 2010-11-25 00:19:01 | 34.92 | |
| 259 | 2010-11-03 11:32:15 | 34.37 | |
| 251 | 2010-11-03 11:20:00 | 36.07 |