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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 995 | 2009-03-28 14:50:19 | 37.20 | |
| 930 | 2009-03-19 08:19:34 | 41.12 | |
| 606 | 2009-03-06 10:47:42 | 39.87 |