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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 849 | 2011-09-13 21:02:00 | 77.25 | 95% |
| 818 | 2011-08-29 02:57:49 | 69.35 | 98% |
| 612 | 2011-07-05 17:38:55 | 58.58 | 89% |
| 419 | 2011-06-07 23:53:01 | 61.37 | 96% |
| 329 | 2011-06-01 15:09:27 | 48.03 | 89% |