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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1014 | 2010-02-18 19:21:27 | 62.96 | |
| 557 | 2009-08-04 13:28:32 | 56.86 | |
| 550 | 2009-03-05 21:21:22 | 62.78 |