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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1395 | 2010-01-11 02:39:23 | 64.46 | |
| 1091 | 2009-12-31 23:21:10 | 59.70 | |
| 131 | 2009-12-09 23:58:46 | 53.33 |