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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1714 | 2010-05-18 16:06:38 | 89.55 | |
| 817 | 2009-09-09 13:15:31 | 83.49 | |
| 571 | 2009-06-25 16:41:35 | 81.99 |