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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 996 | 2009-02-16 13:17:03 | 56.12 | |
| 425 | 2009-02-02 11:27:58 | 56.06 | |
| 406 | 2009-02-02 08:06:30 | 41.39 |