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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1134 | 2010-10-12 10:38:11 | 59.56 | |
| 785 | 2010-09-04 11:14:23 | 56.28 | |
| 52 | 2010-07-27 08:06:30 | 52.27 |