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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 426 | 2009-05-14 11:45:25 | 93.04 | |
| 340 | 2009-04-29 13:44:51 | 95.57 | |
| 140 | 2009-03-26 14:54:05 | 84.36 |