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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 529 | 2009-11-18 13:58:36 | 29.61 | |
| 487 | 2009-08-28 15:05:47 | 43.46 | |
| 164 | 2009-07-17 13:54:56 | 34.57 |