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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1535 | 2011-02-27 22:33:01 | 81.79 | |
| 247 | 2009-04-09 20:35:47 | 86.33 | |
| 219 | 2009-04-09 03:58:13 | 81.98 |