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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1159 | 2011-02-04 20:42:28 | 46.12 | |
| 367 | 2010-12-13 16:52:53 | 39.40 | |
| 176 | 2010-12-07 18:33:02 | 42.77 | |
| 20 | 2010-11-30 18:54:54 | 38.22 |