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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2220 | 2011-01-26 22:18:13 | 89.75 | |
| 1445 | 2010-12-31 21:33:38 | 76.00 | |
| 1340 | 2010-12-30 20:51:12 | 77.43 |