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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2253 | 2010-05-11 14:32:32 | 63.65 | |
| 2179 | 2010-04-01 11:01:43 | 53.80 | |
| 2100 | 2010-03-24 13:14:09 | 63.68 | |
| 786 | 2009-09-25 09:23:51 | 45.32 |