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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 204 | 2009-09-07 00:19:32 | 48.56 | |
| 46 | 2008-12-11 13:53:41 | 30.11 | |
| 39 | 2008-12-10 04:21:20 | 38.51 |