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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 400 | 2009-10-28 12:32:02 | 124.45 | |
| 390 | 2009-10-28 11:17:20 | 145.50 | |
| 32 | 2009-04-02 22:17:50 | 136.67 |