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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3001 | 2010-11-12 08:58:28 | 57.35 | |
| 1532 | 2010-03-20 12:40:18 | 58.23 | |
| 1477 | 2010-03-18 16:39:31 | 58.83 |