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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 801 | 2011-04-04 06:47:52 | 71.05 | |
| 763 | 2011-04-02 11:41:18 | 71.21 | |
| 615 | 2011-03-28 08:01:09 | 69.00 |