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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2030 | 2011-06-08 15:05:28 | 48.00 | 94% |
| 1043 | 2011-01-07 17:59:58 | 46.85 | |
| 384 | 2010-12-26 10:24:41 | 36.66 |