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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1347 | 2010-11-05 17:42:01 | 68.70 | |
| 1169 | 2010-10-04 00:10:29 | 61.43 | |
| 701 | 2010-08-19 15:29:13 | 49.85 | |
| 667 | 2010-08-18 22:46:10 | 53.51 | |
| 471 | 2010-08-13 12:21:39 | 53.44 | |
| 470 | 2010-08-13 12:20:24 | 52.22 | |
| 24 | 2010-07-27 00:34:29 | 37.89 |