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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1277 | 2013-08-17 06:15:18 | 62.56 | 89% |
| 1220 | 2013-08-09 05:39:32 | 63.72 | 90% |
| 1124 | 2013-07-30 05:57:33 | 61.80 | 90% |
| 919 | 2013-07-19 02:49:39 | 63.48 | 88% |
| 620 | 2013-07-07 05:53:31 | 62.21 | 94% |
| 440 | 2013-06-26 22:12:13 | 56.37 | 89% |