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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 759 | 2008-12-10 14:39:41 | 39.88 | |
| 451 | 2008-12-02 03:18:10 | 39.80 | |
| 96 | 2008-11-16 19:07:51 | 42.97 | |
| 27 | 2008-11-15 19:24:29 | 41.30 |