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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3675 | 2009-11-14 12:26:13 | 103.81 | |
| 3471 | 2009-10-27 12:49:41 | 97.81 | |
| 2999 | 2009-10-18 14:55:28 | 95.65 | |
| 2721 | 2009-10-16 18:57:41 | 88.98 | |
| 2070 | 2009-10-05 23:00:06 | 97.32 | |
| 1808 | 2009-10-02 10:41:20 | 81.82 | |
| 1721 | 2009-10-01 23:04:50 | 102.57 | |
| 1615 | 2009-10-01 13:17:24 | 84.66 | |
| 735 | 2009-09-18 17:06:52 | 103.79 | |
| 236 | 2009-08-10 12:02:20 | 90.52 | |
| 196 | 2009-08-03 14:31:04 | 77.90 |