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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3125 | 2010-04-14 18:13:01 | 57.63 | |
| 2283 | 2009-08-31 12:21:02 | 60.94 | |
| 1517 | 2009-07-17 03:55:05 | 54.27 | |
| 1489 | 2009-07-16 05:35:44 | 56.95 | |
| 1464 | 2009-07-15 08:54:51 | 60.67 | |
| 1168 | 2009-07-07 10:28:17 | 54.06 | |
| 1106 | 2009-07-06 11:48:00 | 48.83 | |
| 1035 | 2009-07-06 05:24:12 | 49.69 | |
| 907 | 2009-06-30 08:58:28 | 53.10 | |
| 307 | 2009-06-13 11:10:02 | 54.99 | |
| 298 | 2009-06-13 10:54:22 | 48.37 | |
| 268 | 2009-06-13 08:58:48 | 51.31 |