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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 364 | 2009-08-25 12:56:54 | 77.77 | |
| 299 | 2009-08-17 11:22:04 | 75.89 | |
| 273 | 2009-08-12 08:33:57 | 69.99 |