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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1489 | 2009-05-05 23:41:46 | 78.50 | |
| 1365 | 2009-04-28 00:57:51 | 95.44 | |
| 1330 | 2009-04-26 22:30:23 | 92.86 | |
| 160 | 2009-04-09 15:40:18 | 96.54 |