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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5968 | 2010-11-27 06:27:00 | 49.65 | |
| 5235 | 2010-10-23 09:10:11 | 48.25 | |
| 4781 | 2010-10-08 04:20:58 | 51.78 | |
| 3368 | 2010-08-24 09:01:25 | 44.56 | |
| 2848 | 2010-08-10 04:17:21 | 37.33 | |
| 2571 | 2010-08-02 08:49:14 | 31.76 | |
| 1763 | 2010-07-20 02:00:43 | 34.21 | |
| 1624 | 2010-07-17 06:58:36 | 35.44 | |
| 1178 | 2010-06-25 05:47:08 | 37.46 | |
| 1084 | 2010-06-24 01:20:26 | 33.14 | |
| 1007 | 2010-06-22 06:48:44 | 34.03 |