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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 277 | 2011-05-20 20:39:52 | 36.87 | 94% |
| 250 | 2011-05-14 16:47:40 | 34.55 | 88% |
| 178 | 2010-04-29 18:35:57 | 33.73 |