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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2009-11-20 13:21:16 | 36.81 | |
| 712 | 2009-11-09 13:13:34 | 32.30 | |
| 390 | 2009-10-31 13:13:39 | 29.22 |