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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2008-08-31 21:26:04 | 117.92 | |
| 39 | 2008-08-30 21:13:38 | 120.81 | |
| 20 | 2008-08-30 20:36:47 | 120.77 |