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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1589 | 2010-05-16 16:17:37 | 68.67 | |
| 1056 | 2009-10-19 17:24:19 | 58.56 | |
| 404 | 2009-06-28 22:03:03 | 50.62 | |
| 266 | 2009-06-24 20:17:36 | 48.80 |