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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 944 | 2009-02-14 17:39:18 | 73.07 | |
| 680 | 2009-01-14 05:21:28 | 77.86 | |
| 393 | 2009-01-11 05:48:47 | 68.78 | |
| 347 | 2009-01-11 03:01:49 | 63.05 |