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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 399 | 2011-04-30 12:09:33 | 52.41 | |
| 389 | 2011-04-30 10:38:34 | 49.96 | |
| 327 | 2011-04-27 19:50:50 | 48.73 |