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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1289 | 2009-07-22 19:48:50 | 64.22 | |
| 746 | 2009-03-24 15:00:18 | 53.28 | |
| 64 | 2009-02-19 21:20:07 | 51.35 |