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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2037 | 2008-10-06 16:50:58 | 68.46 | |
| 1905 | 2008-10-05 12:28:43 | 72.47 | |
| 1771 | 2008-10-02 17:19:02 | 49.71 | |
| 1610 | 2008-09-30 07:50:03 | 71.56 | |
| 1578 | 2008-09-29 18:31:10 | 53.68 | |
| 1501 | 2008-09-28 17:11:58 | 71.51 | |
| 1411 | 2008-09-26 13:42:03 | 67.00 | |
| 1383 | 2008-09-25 19:04:53 | 70.69 | |
| 1248 | 2008-09-23 16:55:49 | 45.63 | |
| 1201 | 2008-09-23 09:40:20 | 71.66 | |
| 1138 | 2008-09-22 12:09:56 | 63.50 | |
| 1096 | 2008-09-21 17:12:10 | 68.24 | |
| 1015 | 2008-09-20 07:16:47 | 77.93 | |
| 958 | 2008-09-19 04:17:17 | 67.30 | |
| 833 | 2008-09-18 05:11:13 | 65.60 | |
| 549 | 2008-09-14 09:52:21 | 66.47 | |
| 472 | 2008-09-13 05:46:38 | 61.81 | |
| 113 | 2008-09-07 16:18:13 | 68.99 |