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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 926 | 2012-07-14 14:19:02 | 42.72 | 88% |
| 785 | 2012-07-09 14:08:48 | 47.99 | 91% |
| 203 | 2012-06-26 14:04:15 | 34.54 | 84% |