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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 97 | 2009-04-18 06:41:09 | 63.64 | |
| 71 | 2009-04-10 07:44:23 | 61.16 | |
| 23 | 2009-04-08 07:36:31 | 56.27 |