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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4853 | 2010-05-22 00:34:56 | 74.85 | |
| 4708 | 2010-05-15 02:53:17 | 78.63 | |
| 3632 | 2010-03-29 17:07:12 | 75.37 | |
| 3382 | 2010-03-02 18:10:59 | 73.65 | |
| 2817 | 2009-12-14 03:21:24 | 77.13 | |
| 2766 | 2009-12-13 22:13:22 | 66.39 | |
| 2630 | 2009-12-04 21:47:59 | 64.25 | |
| 2454 | 2009-11-21 18:12:38 | 69.37 | |
| 2211 | 2009-10-29 20:29:48 | 71.68 | |
| 1617 | 2009-08-22 06:58:48 | 69.96 | |
| 1145 | 2009-07-29 03:27:41 | 60.55 | |
| 254 | 2009-04-15 15:30:37 | 66.41 |