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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 506 | 2011-07-31 02:58:41 | 137.02 | 21% |
| 247 | 2011-07-19 15:42:02 | 122.51 | 21% |
| 120 | 2011-07-05 14:32:40 | 120.34 | 21% |
| 64 | 2011-04-30 10:42:38 | 136.20 |