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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2438 | 2011-11-23 14:14:40 | 65.09 | 90% |
| 2273 | 2011-04-26 16:38:33 | 71.59 | |
| 2122 | 2011-03-06 18:50:22 | 75.98 | |
| 1602 | 2011-01-18 11:34:56 | 66.99 | |
| 1585 | 2011-01-17 17:57:49 | 59.32 | |
| 1491 | 2011-01-09 18:22:34 | 68.05 | |
| 1361 | 2010-11-21 13:51:13 | 64.15 | |
| 1311 | 2010-11-18 15:14:35 | 61.82 | |
| 639 | 2010-10-10 13:14:51 | 66.32 | |
| 373 | 2010-08-12 11:58:29 | 60.76 |