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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 884 | 2012-10-11 11:52:54 | 50.74 | 92% |
| 563 | 2011-10-02 10:25:15 | 51.42 | 90% |
| 91 | 2011-07-29 17:55:14 | 39.35 | 88% |