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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5182 | 2009-10-23 22:38:55 | 91.27 | |
| 4703 | 2009-07-27 22:50:11 | 75.35 | |
| 3584 | 2009-05-24 05:01:51 | 59.70 | |
| 3520 | 2009-05-23 18:20:46 | 61.74 | |
| 3089 | 2009-05-08 05:10:10 | 60.11 | |
| 3005 | 2009-05-06 02:41:55 | 67.67 | |
| 2422 | 2009-04-13 03:42:26 | 61.90 | |
| 2330 | 2009-04-08 23:17:07 | 58.87 | |
| 1751 | 2009-03-22 00:30:12 | 60.19 | |
| 1740 | 2009-03-22 00:14:40 | 55.11 | |
| 1577 | 2009-03-19 23:34:57 | 52.99 | |
| 1539 | 2009-03-19 21:58:13 | 64.51 | |
| 540 | 2009-02-24 04:13:27 | 49.53 | |
| 137 | 2009-02-08 21:04:45 | 46.16 |