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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3348 | 2010-09-30 17:26:49 | 80.81 | |
| 2665 | 2010-04-17 15:37:05 | 85.86 | |
| 2633 | 2010-04-14 11:03:36 | 97.83 | |
| 2410 | 2010-04-04 05:20:50 | 88.58 | |
| 1419 | 2010-02-21 09:03:36 | 84.29 | |
| 1371 | 2010-02-20 17:36:10 | 87.33 | |
| 673 | 2010-01-31 09:38:50 | 82.42 | |
| 332 | 2010-01-26 13:20:45 | 84.68 |