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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 968 | 2009-11-08 23:11:47 | 62.63 | |
| 169 | 2008-08-30 06:19:02 | 56.30 | |
| 60 | 2008-08-27 07:17:24 | 58.07 |