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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1150 | 2009-10-30 03:02:32 | 107.74 | |
| 1094 | 2009-10-15 02:19:49 | 100.95 | |
| 1025 | 2009-10-10 02:43:39 | 94.06 | |
| 762 | 2009-09-23 01:34:50 | 94.11 | |
| 751 | 2009-09-23 01:20:50 | 98.64 | |
| 674 | 2009-09-21 05:27:54 | 98.47 | |
| 627 | 2009-09-21 00:23:19 | 97.44 | |
| 273 | 2009-08-30 06:29:48 | 98.89 | |
| 187 | 2009-08-30 02:38:30 | 88.82 |