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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 719 | 2011-08-22 19:18:18 | 43.84 | 93% |
| 301 | 2011-03-16 13:16:14 | 39.07 | |
| 109 | 2011-01-13 20:33:30 | 36.53 |