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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1913 | 2009-04-17 23:58:37 | 68.63 | |
| 1900 | 2009-04-17 12:20:42 | 71.76 | |
| 1838 | 2009-04-15 10:47:47 | 75.68 | |
| 1817 | 2009-04-14 11:47:50 | 77.56 | |
| 1688 | 2009-04-08 20:45:11 | 69.57 | |
| 1410 | 2008-12-05 11:37:20 | 68.65 | |
| 1305 | 2008-12-01 06:50:07 | 65.76 | |
| 1090 | 2008-09-28 12:00:32 | 70.06 | |
| 885 | 2008-09-22 08:33:34 | 75.15 | |
| 706 | 2008-09-12 09:56:13 | 68.81 | |
| 577 | 2008-09-03 11:28:09 | 73.16 | |
| 483 | 2008-08-29 22:58:27 | 65.44 | |
| 380 | 2008-08-28 10:58:36 | 76.74 | |
| 175 | 2008-08-15 21:32:21 | 72.23 | |
| 70 | 2008-08-10 05:50:57 | 63.28 |