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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 858 | 2010-03-30 10:58:59 | 76.93 | |
| 653 | 2009-10-20 08:23:12 | 72.20 | |
| 259 | 2009-05-24 10:59:52 | 59.42 | |
| 7 | 2009-05-01 10:00:44 | 58.67 |