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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1198 | 2009-09-23 15:46:32 | 62.12 | |
| 497 | 2009-02-24 01:45:49 | 49.68 | |
| 332 | 2009-02-09 06:15:13 | 58.33 | |
| 246 | 2009-02-05 15:54:02 | 59.04 |