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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3956 | 2011-05-11 09:23:57 | 52.85 | 97% |
| 3811 | 2011-04-15 13:03:38 | 50.81 | |
| 3805 | 2011-04-15 00:50:50 | 40.59 | |
| 2938 | 2011-03-06 15:04:31 | 51.71 | |
| 2899 | 2011-03-06 00:04:49 | 53.18 | |
| 2660 | 2011-02-25 12:52:02 | 45.27 | |
| 2404 | 2011-02-09 10:21:18 | 47.64 | |
| 1670 | 2011-01-21 16:15:24 | 45.36 | |
| 1002 | 2011-01-03 11:00:12 | 38.57 |