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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2073 | 2010-11-18 22:52:17 | 109.72 | |
| 1797 | 2010-11-07 16:10:39 | 109.86 | |
| 1768 | 2010-11-06 14:27:19 | 119.30 | |
| 1522 | 2010-11-02 15:26:12 | 118.19 | |
| 1325 | 2010-10-28 12:11:17 | 139.65 | |
| 863 | 2010-10-13 17:48:54 | 123.03 | |
| 704 | 2010-10-07 13:19:26 | 117.24 | |
| 492 | 2010-09-30 13:47:42 | 131.38 | |
| 302 | 2010-09-23 11:26:53 | 98.29 |