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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1836 | 2009-06-04 14:50:34 | 35.00 | |
| 1328 | 2009-05-26 16:28:28 | 34.01 | |
| 1196 | 2009-05-24 18:13:36 | 27.07 |