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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1311 | 2010-02-13 22:40:53 | 78.54 | |
| 1153 | 2009-12-29 08:48:21 | 86.40 | |
| 1122 | 2009-12-23 10:17:59 | 95.18 | |
| 1035 | 2009-12-01 02:03:46 | 75.42 | |
| 805 | 2009-11-20 10:34:08 | 82.67 | |
| 764 | 2009-11-20 00:32:44 | 75.24 | |
| 725 | 2009-11-14 12:26:27 | 71.93 | |
| 546 | 2009-10-18 12:10:14 | 77.15 | |
| 475 | 2009-10-13 14:07:37 | 67.65 | |
| 357 | 2009-09-28 15:00:08 | 62.55 | |
| 70 | 2009-09-03 15:12:02 | 55.34 |