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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1105 | 2010-03-10 23:22:18 | 78.42 | |
| 628 | 2009-08-29 18:49:27 | 61.20 | |
| 565 | 2009-08-12 20:57:06 | 64.12 | |
| 326 | 2009-08-04 02:08:53 | 66.79 |