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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 666 | 2009-02-06 03:59:37 | 75.09 | |
| 578 | 2009-02-04 01:43:09 | 94.04 | |
| 404 | 2009-01-19 19:14:36 | 82.05 | |
| 294 | 2009-01-13 22:55:52 | 64.34 |