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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2372 | 2009-01-31 19:58:12 | 116.05 | |
| 2098 | 2009-01-27 11:03:46 | 121.42 | |
| 2092 | 2009-01-27 09:53:00 | 122.79 | |
| 2080 | 2009-01-26 14:22:31 | 116.92 | |
| 1924 | 2009-01-23 13:30:45 | 120.25 | |
| 1730 | 2009-01-17 16:42:53 | 126.77 | |
| 1555 | 2009-01-14 20:40:14 | 125.18 | |
| 1547 | 2009-01-14 20:16:53 | 117.11 | |
| 1429 | 2009-01-13 14:34:35 | 125.42 | |
| 1402 | 2009-01-12 18:49:12 | 120.23 | |
| 1354 | 2009-01-11 18:21:50 | 113.25 | |
| 561 | 2008-12-26 11:19:04 | 119.26 | |
| 538 | 2008-12-25 16:34:49 | 119.58 | |
| 518 | 2008-12-25 11:44:18 | 119.93 | |
| 450 | 2008-12-22 19:56:07 | 121.40 | |
| 294 | 2008-12-20 14:24:11 | 117.94 | |
| 136 | 2008-12-16 18:36:05 | 106.85 |