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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1306 | 2009-10-03 16:33:19 | 104.91 | |
| 1225 | 2009-10-02 18:28:58 | 99.63 | |
| 1080 | 2009-09-16 00:11:49 | 92.19 |