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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 810 | 2011-01-09 12:35:10 | 73.47 | |
| 403 | 2010-12-26 14:02:35 | 69.59 | |
| 364 | 2010-12-25 16:12:02 | 68.48 | |
| 69 | 2010-11-28 09:41:08 | 62.07 |