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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 432 | 2010-07-02 07:12:27 | 47.32 | |
| 141 | 2010-06-29 02:55:46 | 43.87 | |
| 47 | 2010-06-25 07:15:56 | 39.91 |