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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 359 | 2011-01-23 04:18:37 | 48.31 | |
| 266 | 2010-12-04 05:43:49 | 46.73 | |
| 82 | 2010-10-04 03:14:53 | 36.88 | |
| 19 | 2010-09-22 03:05:12 | 42.93 |