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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 421 | 2011-01-23 14:24:44 | 51.10 | |
| 173 | 2011-01-09 03:54:48 | 51.04 | |
| 33 | 2011-01-02 04:34:34 | 36.86 |