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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9574 | 2010-12-19 14:40:18 | 100.49 | |
| 7937 | 2010-12-04 08:51:29 | 94.93 | |
| 7886 | 2010-12-03 17:25:10 | 84.98 | |
| 7598 | 2010-11-17 16:27:45 | 87.36 | |
| 6349 | 2010-11-01 05:40:39 | 107.95 | |
| 5780 | 2010-10-24 09:51:09 | 107.54 | |
| 5730 | 2010-10-18 17:30:13 | 119.08 | |
| 5351 | 2010-10-14 13:58:10 | 105.87 | |
| 5256 | 2010-10-13 06:12:49 | 136.72 | |
| 4751 | 2010-10-04 15:09:14 | 100.21 | |
| 3177 | 2010-09-09 18:55:38 | 120.97 | |
| 3060 | 2010-09-09 14:49:12 | 96.81 | |
| 2995 | 2010-09-08 20:42:01 | 132.00 | |
| 945 | 2010-07-15 04:14:41 | 82.52 | |
| 111 | 2010-06-30 13:25:17 | 96.06 |