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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1059 | 2009-01-07 21:25:28 | 51.40 | |
| 972 | 2008-12-03 21:40:23 | 55.26 | |
| 513 | 2008-10-27 20:09:02 | 47.76 | |
| 507 | 2008-10-27 20:00:48 | 43.21 | |
| 424 | 2008-10-23 19:26:39 | 43.82 | |
| 344 | 2008-10-17 15:04:47 | 49.98 | |
| 336 | 2008-10-16 20:14:18 | 49.11 | |
| 328 | 2008-10-16 14:49:09 | 49.08 | |
| 168 | 2008-10-06 20:42:58 | 48.31 | |
| 163 | 2008-10-03 19:29:28 | 51.59 |