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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 599 | 2009-04-04 19:00:39 | 53.09 | |
| 501 | 2009-03-17 21:20:21 | 60.50 | |
| 187 | 2009-02-27 02:23:12 | 64.47 |