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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2523 | 2010-11-06 23:27:15 | 81.63 | |
| 2415 | 2010-06-27 00:48:41 | 85.35 | |
| 2330 | 2010-05-15 09:33:31 | 74.45 | |
| 2082 | 2010-03-24 14:27:41 | 73.65 | |
| 1932 | 2010-03-15 23:21:15 | 79.44 | |
| 1705 | 2010-02-26 18:53:33 | 74.66 | |
| 1599 | 2010-02-18 00:33:43 | 79.81 | |
| 1095 | 2009-12-09 16:09:18 | 63.26 | |
| 889 | 2009-11-19 11:19:06 | 70.80 | |
| 824 | 2009-11-17 14:54:19 | 70.85 | |
| 664 | 2009-11-12 17:29:54 | 70.70 | |
| 400 | 2009-10-27 00:37:26 | 59.78 |