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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 491 | 2009-05-12 10:51:24 | 64.18 | |
| 283 | 2009-01-29 14:12:05 | 65.79 | |
| 118 | 2008-12-18 13:33:34 | 66.54 | |
| 51 | 2008-12-10 17:20:23 | 63.18 |