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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 575 | 2010-02-26 15:04:57 | 94.25 | |
| 389 | 2009-08-24 08:28:30 | 100.81 | |
| 3 | 2008-08-14 10:46:32 | 84.58 |