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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3921 | 2011-03-03 10:33:16 | 76.35 | |
| 3598 | 2010-12-21 14:00:33 | 68.66 | |
| 2665 | 2010-05-21 07:15:19 | 64.07 | |
| 2255 | 2009-12-15 05:02:15 | 68.54 | |
| 1339 | 2009-07-24 21:42:43 | 54.22 | |
| 600 | 2009-07-07 13:29:23 | 58.59 | |
| 399 | 2009-06-21 13:43:09 | 49.06 | |
| 246 | 2009-06-01 04:10:54 | 52.36 | |
| 192 | 2009-05-29 10:45:00 | 51.55 | |
| 152 | 2009-05-29 07:45:49 | 49.48 | |
| 141 | 2009-05-28 13:50:00 | 50.78 | |
| 126 | 2009-05-28 12:13:41 | 48.41 | |
| 9 | 2009-05-21 12:33:26 | 45.33 |