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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1842 | 2009-11-05 20:59:09 | 94.47 | |
| 740 | 2009-01-13 22:38:07 | 79.26 | |
| 210 | 2008-11-23 22:20:14 | 77.21 |