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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 116 | 2010-06-04 09:46:43 | 80.84 | |
| 25 | 2010-05-31 02:45:15 | 75.52 | |
| 18 | 2010-05-31 02:24:37 | 78.36 |