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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2008-09-24 00:00:23 | 104.85 | |
| 684 | 2008-09-15 01:25:44 | 106.38 | |
| 641 | 2008-09-14 17:54:04 | 113.80 | |
| 483 | 2008-09-13 05:46:54 | 99.32 | |
| 382 | 2008-09-12 05:57:12 | 99.66 | |
| 293 | 2008-09-09 19:33:35 | 108.41 | |
| 223 | 2008-09-08 04:06:16 | 98.49 | |
| 119 | 2008-09-05 17:50:12 | 99.71 |