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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4214 | 2011-02-05 00:40:18 | 101.43 | |
| 4156 | 2011-02-04 08:12:29 | 96.68 | |
| 3949 | 2011-02-02 15:49:01 | 92.91 | |
| 3393 | 2010-12-28 13:54:35 | 114.81 | |
| 3378 | 2010-12-25 04:13:23 | 110.55 | |
| 2968 | 2010-11-26 16:44:01 | 107.25 | |
| 2248 | 2010-11-05 12:06:48 | 85.40 | |
| 2233 | 2010-11-05 11:54:49 | 104.26 | |
| 1551 | 2010-10-18 03:58:59 | 100.01 | |
| 1333 | 2010-10-03 17:03:35 | 105.90 | |
| 749 | 2009-03-28 08:46:02 | 97.17 | |
| 558 | 2009-03-18 05:18:53 | 98.65 |