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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 379 | 2010-08-27 14:02:59 | 62.56 | |
| 128 | 2009-05-10 04:35:03 | 55.20 | |
| 69 | 2009-05-10 01:37:44 | 53.35 | |
| 1 | 2009-05-09 14:41:50 | 54.26 |