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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 883 | 2013-01-02 16:39:26 | 73.79 | 95% |
| 775 | 2012-10-30 15:05:34 | 73.42 | 97% |
| 687 | 2012-10-18 15:58:36 | 76.09 | 98% |
| 164 | 2010-04-29 16:38:34 | 45.52 |