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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2327 | 2009-10-06 21:57:13 | 93.86 | |
| 2036 | 2009-05-11 11:35:17 | 94.62 | |
| 1607 | 2009-03-19 00:49:55 | 88.50 | |
| 1442 | 2009-03-17 01:18:45 | 89.96 | |
| 1307 | 2009-03-09 02:23:55 | 75.82 | |
| 1267 | 2009-03-08 15:11:30 | 92.08 | |
| 988 | 2009-03-02 01:54:36 | 90.83 | |
| 765 | 2009-02-16 16:19:14 | 79.46 |