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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 214 | 2011-04-20 22:09:44 | 120.53 | |
| 146 | 2011-04-16 07:34:44 | 115.59 | |
| 37 | 2011-04-14 07:36:35 | 108.90 |