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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 990 | 2012-09-22 09:58:46 | 56.84 | 95% |
| 755 | 2012-02-25 07:37:21 | 42.23 | 91% |
| 365 | 2011-07-28 10:03:25 | 48.88 | 93% |