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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2011-01-22 09:12:30 | 61.71 | |
| 800 | 2010-07-31 12:29:43 | 56.87 | |
| 481 | 2010-07-23 10:52:12 | 57.10 | |
| 470 | 2010-07-23 06:09:55 | 57.52 |