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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2472 | 2009-08-06 03:11:34 | 51.36 | |
| 2371 | 2009-07-27 09:37:19 | 50.78 | |
| 2232 | 2009-07-14 07:01:07 | 51.32 | |
| 2119 | 2009-07-09 01:07:39 | 47.34 | |
| 1936 | 2009-07-02 01:40:24 | 46.64 | |
| 1090 | 2009-04-30 06:52:17 | 38.71 | |
| 868 | 2009-04-08 08:29:20 | 34.47 | |
| 790 | 2009-04-03 15:17:50 | 33.90 |