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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3179 | 2010-11-09 19:53:44 | 57.90 | |
| 2684 | 2010-11-04 09:19:23 | 62.05 | |
| 2680 | 2010-11-03 23:02:05 | 57.80 | |
| 1519 | 2010-10-26 21:09:51 | 68.86 | |
| 1408 | 2010-10-25 13:52:45 | 68.73 | |
| 1155 | 2010-10-20 13:59:18 | 65.21 | |
| 731 | 2010-10-15 16:36:11 | 65.56 | |
| 423 | 2010-10-10 16:31:54 | 64.63 | |
| 327 | 2010-10-09 20:54:20 | 65.20 | |
| 190 | 2010-10-08 20:21:47 | 62.11 |