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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1719 | 2010-07-24 14:48:01 | 67.12 | |
| 576 | 2010-06-18 22:11:38 | 78.11 | |
| 465 | 2010-06-15 18:07:18 | 68.46 | |
| 172 | 2010-06-11 16:49:46 | 69.93 |