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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1113 | 2009-01-09 12:07:49 | 63.31 | |
| 1058 | 2008-12-29 18:40:16 | 45.82 | |
| 1032 | 2008-12-29 16:36:10 | 55.92 | |
| 967 | 2008-12-23 07:21:27 | 62.84 | |
| 801 | 2008-12-17 16:53:54 | 56.71 | |
| 683 | 2008-12-16 09:00:14 | 54.52 | |
| 606 | 2008-12-15 16:29:03 | 61.72 | |
| 583 | 2008-12-15 11:15:11 | 63.39 | |
| 466 | 2008-12-02 07:51:45 | 59.94 |