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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 709 | 2008-12-19 11:01:48 | 51.84 | |
| 421 | 2008-12-09 19:08:39 | 56.30 | |
| 64 | 2008-11-16 18:33:28 | 55.56 |