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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3161 | 2010-09-22 23:39:40 | 103.33 | |
| 3147 | 2010-09-19 22:29:48 | 111.49 | |
| 3134 | 2010-09-19 18:36:13 | 117.74 | |
| 2862 | 2009-06-11 22:15:10 | 111.57 | |
| 2636 | 2009-05-29 16:05:57 | 92.61 | |
| 2498 | 2009-05-26 11:42:58 | 97.47 | |
| 1421 | 2009-05-02 23:11:05 | 124.92 | |
| 1019 | 2009-04-26 22:30:24 | 88.35 | |
| 519 | 2009-03-31 07:29:34 | 86.07 | |
| 313 | 2009-03-26 18:06:54 | 105.32 | |
| 144 | 2009-03-23 01:46:46 | 96.11 |