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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4094 | 2009-06-28 22:02:51 | 62.17 | |
| 3635 | 2009-05-09 11:39:49 | 59.65 | |
| 3476 | 2009-04-14 02:09:10 | 62.52 | |
| 3038 | 2009-03-11 18:14:24 | 59.99 | |
| 3004 | 2009-03-07 18:02:59 | 70.08 | |
| 2940 | 2009-03-05 11:35:54 | 60.97 | |
| 2664 | 2009-02-20 14:08:44 | 65.18 | |
| 2663 | 2009-02-20 14:07:36 | 67.74 | |
| 2464 | 2009-02-05 23:12:33 | 62.14 | |
| 2204 | 2009-01-26 22:50:10 | 61.38 | |
| 1895 | 2009-01-11 03:05:48 | 56.29 | |
| 1791 | 2009-01-08 18:40:19 | 66.22 | |
| 1711 | 2009-01-06 19:15:01 | 55.37 | |
| 1541 | 2009-01-01 14:55:38 | 59.83 | |
| 1228 | 2008-12-17 00:10:07 | 62.80 | |
| 430 | 2008-11-30 03:45:06 | 54.71 | |
| 118 | 2008-11-24 02:32:20 | 36.52 |