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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 846 | 2008-10-16 22:53:41 | 94.24 | |
| 283 | 2008-09-03 21:02:28 | 103.09 | |
| 125 | 2008-08-15 23:06:03 | 94.21 |