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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 551 | 2010-04-13 13:19:04 | 81.90 | |
| 86 | 2010-02-02 12:11:52 | 49.31 | |
| 69 | 2010-02-01 11:59:12 | 62.65 |