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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 375 | 2009-08-02 12:30:50 | 56.83 | |
| 245 | 2009-07-27 19:47:56 | 70.14 | |
| 85 | 2009-07-27 09:37:04 | 66.63 | |
| 60 | 2009-07-26 23:48:31 | 58.74 |