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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1331 | 2010-09-18 08:35:32 | 62.82 | |
| 1317 | 2010-09-15 14:37:21 | 69.73 | |
| 826 | 2010-09-01 18:22:43 | 55.99 | |
| 553 | 2010-08-25 18:56:06 | 62.78 | |
| 450 | 2010-08-20 21:18:48 | 57.63 | |
| 349 | 2010-08-19 18:24:36 | 61.81 | |
| 127 | 2010-08-17 20:03:46 | 54.47 | |
| 37 | 2010-08-14 00:31:17 | 49.18 | |
| 1 | 2010-08-13 23:01:25 | 24.99 |