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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2005 | 2009-09-25 13:48:19 | 75.02 | |
| 1930 | 2009-09-17 01:54:21 | 70.57 | |
| 1460 | 2009-06-13 20:41:54 | 71.19 | |
| 1302 | 2009-05-26 11:43:12 | 68.83 | |
| 1232 | 2009-05-20 14:58:02 | 67.28 | |
| 1223 | 2009-05-20 09:22:16 | 59.40 | |
| 1068 | 2009-05-07 10:13:28 | 67.13 | |
| 997 | 2009-04-20 10:30:53 | 63.75 | |
| 689 | 2009-03-11 12:14:41 | 53.57 | |
| 680 | 2009-02-27 15:14:24 | 54.63 | |
| 483 | 2008-12-16 12:54:10 | 57.59 | |
| 420 | 2008-12-13 15:45:22 | 54.90 | |
| 408 | 2008-12-10 21:03:18 | 47.18 |