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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 803 | 2011-01-22 11:54:36 | 93.97 | |
| 201 | 2010-12-27 14:21:56 | 75.87 | |
| 29 | 2010-12-14 12:31:22 | 94.93 |