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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1682 | 2010-04-08 00:40:06 | 72.62 | |
| 1457 | 2010-03-29 01:43:48 | 73.81 | |
| 1397 | 2010-03-25 02:41:56 | 82.86 | |
| 1255 | 2010-02-03 03:33:29 | 78.78 | |
| 909 | 2010-01-15 02:51:06 | 78.52 | |
| 21 | 2009-10-09 02:30:23 | 72.46 |