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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 969 | 2010-07-07 07:45:44 | 61.31 | |
| 951 | 2010-07-07 07:04:58 | 68.46 | |
| 913 | 2010-07-07 05:26:46 | 57.29 | |
| 908 | 2010-07-07 05:16:25 | 62.86 | |
| 836 | 2010-07-05 06:51:04 | 59.38 | |
| 761 | 2010-07-05 04:07:54 | 63.74 | |
| 623 | 2010-06-30 06:51:25 | 60.25 | |
| 609 | 2010-06-30 06:16:24 | 62.05 | |
| 582 | 2010-06-30 04:55:52 | 59.42 | |
| 435 | 2010-06-24 06:33:41 | 58.82 | |
| 417 | 2010-06-22 07:28:09 | 63.07 | |
| 370 | 2010-06-21 08:07:22 | 69.03 | |
| 301 | 2010-06-20 08:13:48 | 60.05 |