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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 468 | 2009-09-16 06:24:31 | 69.30 | |
| 467 | 2009-09-16 06:23:20 | 72.73 | |
| 189 | 2009-07-22 07:07:12 | 53.75 |