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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2010-02-11 20:51:27 | 55.23 | |
| 37 | 2009-09-03 16:30:03 | 41.53 | |
| 3 | 2009-09-01 20:17:27 | 46.44 |