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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2368 | 2010-02-14 07:45:31 | 52.03 | |
| 2290 | 2010-01-26 09:44:05 | 61.04 | |
| 2236 | 2010-01-21 10:04:20 | 70.74 | |
| 2156 | 2010-01-14 08:31:16 | 64.85 | |
| 1949 | 2009-12-08 08:04:09 | 60.32 | |
| 1808 | 2009-11-30 09:42:31 | 59.03 | |
| 1755 | 2009-11-20 05:13:09 | 54.30 | |
| 1733 | 2009-11-17 09:37:20 | 49.23 | |
| 1063 | 2009-07-26 15:55:52 | 52.56 | |
| 976 | 2009-07-23 06:09:48 | 54.00 | |
| 432 | 2009-05-27 11:32:53 | 48.45 |