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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2011-03-16 23:03:14 | 70.21 | |
| 815 | 2009-12-02 23:05:47 | 62.66 | |
| 588 | 2009-03-24 16:38:35 | 43.25 |