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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1876 | 2008-10-10 15:24:26 | 63.19 | |
| 1771 | 2008-09-19 13:47:58 | 61.28 | |
| 1760 | 2008-09-18 17:32:36 | 63.04 | |
| 1755 | 2008-09-18 17:13:12 | 54.30 | |
| 1632 | 2008-09-15 13:42:50 | 56.76 | |
| 1511 | 2008-09-12 16:16:41 | 55.16 | |
| 1276 | 2008-09-07 14:30:12 | 59.72 | |
| 1175 | 2008-09-03 13:26:56 | 52.34 | |
| 1147 | 2008-09-02 22:04:21 | 57.63 | |
| 1085 | 2008-09-01 23:39:50 | 60.58 | |
| 1030 | 2008-09-01 18:19:40 | 51.98 | |
| 886 | 2008-08-30 01:09:58 | 53.73 | |
| 788 | 2008-08-27 15:57:46 | 49.94 | |
| 468 | 2008-08-21 16:21:57 | 53.05 | |
| 362 | 2008-08-19 01:11:11 | 41.75 | |
| 40 | 2008-08-10 16:32:23 | 54.39 |