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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7604 | 2013-11-09 05:55:19 | 64.80 | 99% |
| 6443 | 2009-05-01 09:49:01 | 49.72 | |
| 5372 | 2009-04-05 23:36:32 | 50.21 | |
| 4289 | 2009-03-14 00:45:00 | 58.11 | |
| 3694 | 2009-03-11 08:36:05 | 49.97 | |
| 3671 | 2009-03-11 07:59:46 | 61.91 | |
| 3605 | 2009-03-10 07:47:22 | 63.43 | |
| 3587 | 2009-03-10 02:30:09 | 57.19 | |
| 3329 | 2009-03-05 19:10:08 | 59.31 | |
| 3051 | 2009-03-02 19:17:17 | 51.01 | |
| 3046 | 2009-03-02 19:00:50 | 59.16 | |
| 2750 | 2009-02-24 08:07:47 | 58.79 | |
| 2148 | 2009-02-07 11:07:17 | 55.89 | |
| 1551 | 2009-01-27 08:02:41 | 51.39 |