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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 661 | 2009-04-21 17:33:01 | 118.36 | |
| 502 | 2009-04-16 19:50:10 | 124.24 | |
| 132 | 2009-02-15 08:08:16 | 108.96 |