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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2587 | 2011-04-16 10:14:03 | 101.34 | |
| 1201 | 2011-03-26 10:55:57 | 106.36 | |
| 1021 | 2011-03-25 23:24:33 | 103.71 | |
| 638 | 2011-03-22 00:15:02 | 115.72 | |
| 442 | 2011-03-18 01:11:28 | 108.64 | |
| 435 | 2011-03-18 01:04:58 | 92.82 | |
| 405 | 2011-03-18 00:37:51 | 100.25 | |
| 358 | 2011-03-09 11:03:21 | 87.67 | |
| 299 | 2011-03-09 00:23:25 | 82.52 |