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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2130 | 2010-12-03 10:34:23 | 64.09 | |
| 1884 | 2010-10-17 15:23:30 | 63.67 | |
| 726 | 2010-09-02 18:18:49 | 57.35 | |
| 684 | 2010-09-01 16:40:38 | 60.20 | |
| 480 | 2010-08-27 16:00:50 | 63.82 | |
| 416 | 2010-08-26 21:24:59 | 60.64 | |
| 273 | 2010-08-24 16:13:43 | 55.17 | |
| 121 | 2010-08-19 18:06:16 | 61.59 |