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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3185 | 2009-11-12 11:15:17 | 44.93 | |
| 3179 | 2009-11-12 10:56:37 | 43.42 | |
| 2993 | 2009-11-10 07:25:43 | 45.86 | |
| 2959 | 2009-11-07 10:53:22 | 43.77 | |
| 2827 | 2009-11-05 10:24:45 | 41.94 | |
| 2822 | 2009-11-05 09:39:04 | 44.35 | |
| 2636 | 2009-11-02 09:00:14 | 42.84 | |
| 2009 | 2009-10-23 05:50:20 | 39.01 | |
| 1840 | 2009-10-21 10:23:02 | 41.84 | |
| 1819 | 2009-10-21 04:47:38 | 39.55 | |
| 1554 | 2009-10-16 06:37:18 | 39.10 | |
| 1433 | 2009-10-15 06:00:14 | 37.42 | |
| 1312 | 2009-10-14 06:20:38 | 36.97 | |
| 612 | 2009-10-06 06:01:06 | 32.13 | |
| 363 | 2009-09-25 05:07:50 | 35.26 |