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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1124 | 2009-11-24 17:02:00 | 75.88 | |
| 820 | 2009-10-16 21:11:43 | 75.51 | |
| 20 | 2009-04-17 02:25:59 | 41.47 |