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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 738 | 2009-12-10 15:00:53 | 77.42 | |
| 636 | 2009-12-01 19:02:49 | 61.88 | |
| 299 | 2009-09-29 14:36:37 | 69.69 | |
| 154 | 2009-09-10 14:31:37 | 57.95 |