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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1068 | 2010-08-31 04:56:21 | 50.09 | |
| 1049 | 2010-08-16 10:58:53 | 45.19 | |
| 580 | 2010-06-26 07:37:30 | 36.36 |