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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 192 | 2009-09-10 09:00:01 | 66.63 | |
| 43 | 2008-12-09 17:52:31 | 39.87 | |
| 14 | 2008-09-23 17:42:11 | 36.34 |