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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 879 | 2010-04-25 01:27:58 | 83.99 | |
| 773 | 2010-04-04 06:11:44 | 87.94 | |
| 666 | 2009-02-09 03:24:16 | 83.52 | |
| 39 | 2008-11-27 04:14:15 | 64.79 |