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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 629 | 2010-09-11 06:53:55 | 79.19 | |
| 587 | 2010-09-10 09:21:19 | 72.02 | |
| 439 | 2010-09-09 17:33:57 | 76.16 |