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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3732 | 2011-03-22 12:21:32 | 80.15 | |
| 3480 | 2011-02-15 13:46:51 | 77.94 | |
| 3044 | 2010-12-25 22:27:40 | 78.65 | |
| 2338 | 2010-09-06 13:36:23 | 84.64 | |
| 1425 | 2010-02-22 14:10:01 | 89.76 | |
| 1311 | 2010-02-12 19:57:18 | 101.19 | |
| 967 | 2010-01-22 20:16:14 | 84.10 | |
| 849 | 2010-01-15 13:41:33 | 88.14 | |
| 54 | 2009-11-22 23:34:25 | 77.91 |