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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4582 | 2010-05-23 15:03:48 | 73.20 | |
| 4401 | 2010-04-11 10:39:52 | 73.24 | |
| 4220 | 2010-02-06 00:04:56 | 80.84 | |
| 3996 | 2009-08-17 18:34:54 | 64.97 | |
| 3513 | 2009-06-24 15:18:36 | 68.06 | |
| 2778 | 2009-06-11 13:49:43 | 70.89 | |
| 2552 | 2009-06-04 14:44:13 | 68.11 | |
| 2363 | 2009-06-01 18:28:28 | 60.46 | |
| 2118 | 2009-05-22 06:57:11 | 69.37 | |
| 886 | 2009-03-26 16:58:34 | 56.02 | |
| 712 | 2009-03-14 11:01:07 | 59.13 | |
| 576 | 2009-03-10 14:27:21 | 55.55 | |
| 74 | 2009-02-20 02:55:11 | 36.97 |