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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 178 | 2010-04-25 06:30:54 | 39.26 | |
| 151 | 2010-04-23 02:47:46 | 40.69 | |
| 27 | 2010-04-19 08:40:06 | 34.91 | |
| 15 | 2010-04-19 01:26:54 | 30.40 |