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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2009-05-25 11:44:23 | 97.83 | |
| 962 | 2009-05-23 06:34:11 | 92.11 | |
| 941 | 2009-05-22 23:47:20 | 93.36 |