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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1476 | 2009-06-11 04:02:11 | 78.02 | |
| 324 | 2009-02-09 04:38:52 | 79.92 | |
| 253 | 2009-02-02 06:02:36 | 76.44 |