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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 471 | 2011-09-04 13:37:26 | 59.76 | 89% |
| 369 | 2011-08-09 23:07:35 | 63.50 | 93% |
| 238 | 2011-04-28 13:51:17 | 62.89 |