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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 818 | 2010-05-13 09:47:37 | 47.69 | |
| 737 | 2010-03-26 16:15:54 | 43.48 | |
| 672 | 2010-02-19 15:39:12 | 38.15 | |
| 16 | 2009-08-20 16:56:51 | 29.45 |