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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3898 | 2010-09-24 00:45:10 | 91.12 | |
| 3733 | 2010-07-04 23:05:53 | 99.99 | |
| 3657 | 2010-06-11 22:38:12 | 93.29 | |
| 3235 | 2010-02-15 21:31:55 | 88.22 | |
| 2689 | 2009-11-07 22:05:08 | 91.45 | |
| 2408 | 2009-10-12 20:48:28 | 81.42 | |
| 2150 | 2009-09-27 13:00:31 | 81.16 | |
| 1733 | 2009-09-04 01:21:05 | 90.97 | |
| 1450 | 2009-07-25 00:44:20 | 87.81 | |
| 1335 | 2009-07-05 03:16:57 | 66.63 | |
| 1200 | 2009-05-20 20:15:43 | 90.75 | |
| 684 | 2009-04-19 17:32:30 | 82.99 | |
| 248 | 2009-03-16 21:49:11 | 63.54 | |
| 45 | 2009-02-26 22:15:15 | 57.97 |