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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1071 | 2009-04-23 12:08:27 | 98.41 | |
| 841 | 2009-04-03 11:55:37 | 89.44 | |
| 803 | 2009-03-31 12:38:28 | 91.52 | |
| 511 | 2009-03-16 11:54:41 | 87.02 | |
| 471 | 2009-03-12 12:33:28 | 101.96 | |
| 462 | 2009-03-11 13:33:36 | 97.54 | |
| 214 | 2009-02-26 13:46:16 | 99.95 | |
| 136 | 2009-02-19 12:38:23 | 85.25 |