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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1622 | 2010-09-30 02:03:36 | 69.68 | |
| 1261 | 2010-03-03 10:20:43 | 70.24 | |
| 513 | 2009-07-13 06:24:40 | 69.02 | |
| 43 | 2009-04-18 13:55:07 | 65.39 |