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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 558 | 2011-08-06 11:15:47 | 98.74 | 93% |
| 262 | 2011-06-03 13:01:08 | 104.98 | 90% |
| 207 | 2011-05-24 12:18:51 | 93.52 | 95% |
| 35 | 2011-05-02 23:04:53 | 108.98 | 96% |