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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 355 | 2010-12-05 02:47:19 | 129.28 | |
| 288 | 2010-04-28 06:40:41 | 121.74 | |
| 263 | 2009-12-10 01:15:41 | 124.08 |