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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1446 | 2010-12-26 17:15:30 | 83.28 | |
| 1252 | 2010-12-22 12:53:15 | 83.69 | |
| 141 | 2010-09-13 03:04:51 | 74.42 | |
| 109 | 2010-09-13 01:26:00 | 65.36 |