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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 936 | 2012-06-13 04:17:31 | 61.69 | 94% |
| 516 | 2012-05-15 00:08:42 | 52.63 | 93% |
| 285 | 2011-07-07 16:05:15 | 33.77 | 86% |
| 23 | 2011-06-05 06:31:33 | 39.00 | 94% |