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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 475 | 2009-10-02 19:25:32 | 81.35 | |
| 471 | 2009-10-02 18:53:26 | 93.27 | |
| 3 | 2009-09-10 16:17:30 | 81.00 |