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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 975 | 2009-03-20 07:55:40 | 102.48 | |
| 68 | 2009-03-09 15:34:24 | 67.62 | |
| 55 | 2009-03-09 15:09:02 | 92.00 |