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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1346 | 2009-12-17 13:39:31 | 79.81 | |
| 509 | 2009-06-05 08:44:21 | 56.56 | |
| 183 | 2009-04-13 13:11:35 | 52.98 |