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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 536 | 2009-07-04 23:32:06 | 32.46 | |
| 497 | 2009-07-04 06:03:24 | 34.82 | |
| 464 | 2009-07-04 00:16:26 | 33.59 | |
| 418 | 2009-07-01 22:36:48 | 32.98 |