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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 858 | 2011-12-16 07:13:45 | 57.59 | 90% |
| 509 | 2011-11-05 18:18:56 | 47.10 | 86% |
| 153 | 2011-08-10 10:01:39 | 51.98 | 91% |
| 1 | 2011-07-22 15:57:25 | 39.19 | 87% |