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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1536 | 2010-04-17 05:53:01 | 91.66 | |
| 1078 | 2010-03-21 01:39:39 | 80.48 | |
| 959 | 2010-03-19 03:52:28 | 77.52 | |
| 420 | 2010-03-10 21:59:40 | 89.12 |