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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 931 | 2012-02-25 19:55:10 | 136.14 | 96% |
| 688 | 2012-02-10 18:35:44 | 141.56 | 98% |
| 384 | 2011-10-17 01:45:41 | 128.70 | 95% |