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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1055 | 2011-07-30 12:23:20 | 56.80 | 90% |
| 953 | 2011-02-16 18:04:50 | 62.17 | |
| 479 | 2009-11-03 12:25:10 | 62.90 |