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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2137 | 2009-12-20 07:33:06 | 104.67 | |
| 2013 | 2009-12-18 04:39:34 | 100.68 | |
| 2002 | 2009-12-18 02:52:19 | 93.72 | |
| 2000 | 2009-12-18 02:49:54 | 101.74 | |
| 1471 | 2009-12-10 04:17:07 | 97.06 | |
| 1327 | 2009-12-09 07:55:57 | 95.18 | |
| 1240 | 2009-12-07 01:45:50 | 100.09 | |
| 940 | 2009-12-04 06:38:14 | 95.62 | |
| 856 | 2009-12-02 23:58:29 | 85.68 | |
| 391 | 2009-11-23 04:30:52 | 86.87 |