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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 766 | 2010-06-06 03:13:53 | 97.92 | |
| 550 | 2010-03-19 12:45:21 | 101.25 | |
| 422 | 2010-03-02 15:43:28 | 88.88 |