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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3211 | 2010-08-07 04:47:45 | 78.85 | |
| 3100 | 2010-08-04 07:34:29 | 81.97 | |
| 2806 | 2010-07-23 14:40:53 | 86.65 | |
| 2336 | 2010-04-25 08:22:44 | 76.97 | |
| 2050 | 2010-03-22 10:29:54 | 82.12 | |
| 1530 | 2010-01-03 17:43:56 | 70.78 | |
| 1432 | 2010-01-03 11:30:59 | 79.70 | |
| 1117 | 2009-11-29 12:33:35 | 77.48 | |
| 988 | 2009-11-22 08:56:51 | 69.35 | |
| 724 | 2009-11-06 09:22:56 | 66.94 | |
| 616 | 2009-11-03 12:25:04 | 72.43 | |
| 465 | 2009-09-02 17:05:47 | 63.77 | |
| 132 | 2009-04-06 12:35:01 | 65.30 | |
| 72 | 2009-04-06 08:30:11 | 66.69 | |
| 66 | 2009-04-06 08:13:33 | 72.55 | |
| 24 | 2009-04-05 20:50:47 | 61.68 |