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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 964 | 2011-01-25 03:23:38 | 65.95 | |
| 607 | 2011-01-06 00:38:11 | 62.75 | |
| 213 | 2010-12-18 11:37:54 | 55.80 | |
| 137 | 2010-12-17 07:30:16 | 57.18 |