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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 127 | 2009-04-26 16:27:29 | 116.85 | |
| 93 | 2009-04-11 17:44:03 | 124.90 | |
| 36 | 2009-04-07 15:39:43 | 126.70 |