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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1171 | 2010-02-06 23:14:27 | 46.35 | |
| 1164 | 2010-02-06 22:23:44 | 43.64 | |
| 177 | 2009-07-05 02:17:31 | 33.12 | |
| 55 | 2009-07-02 05:44:39 | 29.82 |