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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2593 | 2009-12-20 06:10:35 | 98.22 | |
| 2356 | 2009-12-11 19:18:59 | 100.60 | |
| 1806 | 2009-11-17 01:59:29 | 101.09 | |
| 1719 | 2009-11-13 00:51:35 | 89.00 | |
| 1426 | 2009-11-04 21:46:13 | 93.48 | |
| 1266 | 2009-10-26 23:06:57 | 83.11 | |
| 752 | 2009-02-16 01:57:58 | 71.79 | |
| 670 | 2008-11-12 15:01:58 | 87.77 | |
| 523 | 2008-10-23 14:03:46 | 84.92 | |
| 456 | 2008-10-06 00:26:17 | 85.46 | |
| 431 | 2008-09-23 15:48:53 | 70.70 | |
| 425 | 2008-09-23 15:30:12 | 81.63 | |
| 389 | 2008-09-20 17:58:49 | 77.31 | |
| 113 | 2008-08-20 03:21:46 | 69.46 | |
| 63 | 2008-08-18 14:41:14 | 65.04 |