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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 210 | 2009-10-24 13:19:24 | 71.18 | |
| 119 | 2009-10-23 07:00:07 | 67.68 | |
| 94 | 2009-10-21 18:41:14 | 61.91 |