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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1623 | 2010-04-03 03:14:01 | 92.63 | |
| 1514 | 2009-06-29 16:29:23 | 103.39 | |
| 1509 | 2009-06-25 16:41:30 | 92.37 | |
| 1393 | 2009-05-18 20:24:28 | 91.78 | |
| 1262 | 2009-05-08 16:46:56 | 110.35 | |
| 1158 | 2009-05-01 20:26:26 | 88.20 | |
| 1128 | 2009-04-30 19:45:07 | 93.96 | |
| 1115 | 2009-04-30 13:38:18 | 84.77 | |
| 987 | 2009-04-20 19:19:07 | 85.42 | |
| 920 | 2009-04-17 20:30:45 | 100.63 | |
| 894 | 2009-04-16 19:50:19 | 93.78 | |
| 285 | 2009-04-02 19:25:11 | 93.70 | |
| 208 | 2009-03-31 02:34:24 | 80.10 | |
| 173 | 2009-03-28 16:11:09 | 77.22 |