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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 743 | 2010-07-02 13:54:00 | 72.08 | |
| 728 | 2010-06-29 20:58:30 | 63.83 | |
| 680 | 2010-04-18 13:22:37 | 65.08 |