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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 396 | 2009-08-06 19:49:40 | 67.07 | |
| 361 | 2009-07-12 02:39:25 | 52.00 | |
| 278 | 2009-01-02 00:08:38 | 62.60 |