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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1039 | 2010-05-08 20:17:15 | 78.72 | |
| 718 | 2010-04-21 14:23:50 | 68.61 | |
| 162 | 2010-04-13 03:14:26 | 70.04 |