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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2203 | 2009-06-04 07:36:47 | 86.27 | |
| 2092 | 2009-06-02 08:16:08 | 90.34 | |
| 1754 | 2009-04-25 03:17:13 | 75.68 | |
| 1634 | 2009-02-16 11:14:01 | 77.38 | |
| 400 | 2009-01-05 02:51:51 | 69.81 | |
| 332 | 2009-01-02 15:34:24 | 73.24 | |
| 227 | 2008-12-20 11:37:03 | 74.56 | |
| 224 | 2008-12-20 11:20:13 | 73.84 |