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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 560 | 2011-01-28 10:32:38 | 81.54 | |
| 546 | 2011-01-28 10:11:20 | 67.80 | |
| 135 | 2009-11-10 19:21:24 | 64.14 |