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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 302 | 2009-05-30 10:03:37 | 62.70 | |
| 273 | 2009-02-10 17:15:06 | 63.59 | |
| 171 | 2008-12-13 05:36:23 | 54.31 | |
| 5 | 2008-12-10 10:28:33 | 49.68 |