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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1048 | 2010-04-10 10:32:25 | 54.63 | |
| 780 | 2010-03-30 08:36:04 | 56.39 | |
| 504 | 2010-03-13 13:40:14 | 49.87 | |
| 361 | 2010-02-28 09:42:45 | 51.46 |