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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2010-11-24 03:05:22 | 43.56 | |
| 896 | 2010-11-21 01:20:03 | 47.38 | |
| 241 | 2010-11-01 22:37:21 | 43.91 |