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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 484 | 2011-06-27 13:19:53 | 98.23 | 94% |
| 377 | 2011-06-13 08:33:25 | 94.30 | 93% |
| 116 | 2011-05-15 04:30:02 | 111.43 | 95% |