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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3822 | 2011-02-04 23:21:01 | 53.90 | |
| 2436 | 2010-05-03 16:49:03 | 53.07 | |
| 2344 | 2010-04-30 15:14:16 | 50.37 | |
| 2321 | 2010-04-30 14:29:59 | 48.58 | |
| 1768 | 2010-04-03 00:27:05 | 46.54 | |
| 995 | 2010-01-03 18:44:36 | 45.74 | |
| 404 | 2009-11-17 18:15:53 | 43.91 | |
| 37 | 2009-11-05 00:16:02 | 47.14 |