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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2430 | 2010-10-20 02:53:40 | 115.66 | |
| 2352 | 2009-12-23 14:55:40 | 132.45 | |
| 2051 | 2009-06-29 23:21:30 | 119.70 | |
| 2029 | 2009-06-16 01:16:31 | 127.27 | |
| 1575 | 2009-05-03 15:10:40 | 101.54 | |
| 1459 | 2009-04-26 15:13:21 | 128.57 | |
| 1248 | 2009-04-11 21:20:20 | 109.57 | |
| 1112 | 2009-04-05 14:20:33 | 114.16 | |
| 426 | 2009-02-28 17:22:24 | 103.72 | |
| 227 | 2009-02-19 01:51:44 | 115.63 | |
| 199 | 2009-02-16 23:11:56 | 103.37 |