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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3152 | 2010-12-13 15:24:09 | 70.18 | |
| 2858 | 2010-09-01 16:07:18 | 77.94 | |
| 2773 | 2010-08-30 20:29:03 | 69.29 | |
| 2430 | 2010-08-25 17:45:51 | 72.86 | |
| 2220 | 2010-08-24 18:35:55 | 76.03 | |
| 1897 | 2010-08-15 20:00:29 | 70.25 | |
| 1315 | 2010-08-07 12:08:43 | 66.17 | |
| 42 | 2010-07-15 16:41:51 | 55.30 | |
| 26 | 2010-07-14 12:40:57 | 44.95 |