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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 653 | 2011-05-03 14:18:01 | 74.10 | 96% |
| 589 | 2011-04-28 17:24:59 | 62.68 | |
| 212 | 2011-03-23 16:40:28 | 72.14 |