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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1016 | 2009-04-27 14:58:22 | 63.55 | |
| 997 | 2009-04-27 12:24:22 | 47.11 | |
| 988 | 2009-04-27 12:03:33 | 50.54 | |
| 248 | 2009-02-21 16:30:54 | 37.11 |