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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1293 | 2011-05-18 00:32:18 | 47.64 | 92% |
| 317 | 2011-03-08 18:59:41 | 45.63 | |
| 117 | 2011-03-05 17:52:50 | 38.93 |