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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1728 | 2010-02-01 06:30:59 | 55.77 | |
| 1595 | 2009-11-01 16:25:13 | 57.29 | |
| 1284 | 2009-06-03 08:14:49 | 56.63 | |
| 1241 | 2009-05-23 10:56:32 | 54.12 | |
| 1202 | 2009-05-19 10:57:09 | 53.67 | |
| 1131 | 2009-04-29 12:52:42 | 48.85 | |
| 933 | 2009-04-04 14:27:32 | 52.16 | |
| 476 | 2009-02-26 16:52:35 | 49.28 | |
| 394 | 2009-02-11 10:06:25 | 44.41 | |
| 1 | 2008-08-26 16:56:36 | 26.37 |