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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2050 | 2009-05-07 18:26:51 | 97.12 | |
| 1894 | 2009-04-21 18:15:52 | 85.90 | |
| 1476 | 2009-03-11 15:39:21 | 82.92 | |
| 1202 | 2009-03-03 16:44:18 | 81.63 | |
| 1142 | 2009-02-28 22:54:19 | 86.49 | |
| 1119 | 2009-02-26 22:02:31 | 84.58 | |
| 992 | 2009-02-25 14:49:52 | 86.15 | |
| 755 | 2009-02-16 19:04:34 | 76.94 | |
| 432 | 2009-02-11 18:36:42 | 78.05 |