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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2333 | 2012-02-23 18:25:48 | 78.92 | 97% |
| 1900 | 2012-02-07 09:43:59 | 70.16 | 95% |
| 1640 | 2012-01-21 03:14:25 | 62.50 | 92% |
| 1359 | 2011-12-18 14:19:27 | 71.73 | 96% |