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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1432 | 2009-04-30 02:34:50 | 101.04 | |
| 1125 | 2009-04-25 04:41:02 | 126.27 | |
| 338 | 2009-04-05 06:13:10 | 102.64 | |
| 305 | 2009-04-05 04:36:08 | 99.78 |