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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1319 | 2010-05-20 15:45:28 | 54.04 | |
| 1231 | 2010-05-11 12:59:58 | 63.14 | |
| 952 | 2010-04-20 17:12:00 | 57.25 | |
| 832 | 2010-04-12 12:46:36 | 51.08 | |
| 444 | 2010-03-15 18:52:47 | 44.18 | |
| 397 | 2010-03-12 16:42:27 | 46.69 | |
| 229 | 2010-02-26 13:41:53 | 45.54 | |
| 110 | 2010-01-19 19:50:52 | 43.07 |