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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3151 | 2010-12-27 09:22:43 | 71.68 | |
| 3030 | 2010-12-07 10:10:55 | 69.76 | |
| 2815 | 2010-10-29 10:05:01 | 69.37 | |
| 1939 | 2010-06-03 10:25:49 | 67.22 | |
| 1590 | 2010-04-10 10:32:21 | 58.66 | |
| 694 | 2009-11-23 02:29:48 | 44.76 | |
| 628 | 2009-11-13 02:10:12 | 49.65 | |
| 478 | 2009-10-27 08:25:03 | 44.28 | |
| 319 | 2009-10-13 03:18:14 | 44.33 |