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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 556 | 2012-02-01 11:55:39 | 50.27 | 88% |
| 542 | 2011-12-27 05:58:02 | 49.53 | 89% |
| 520 | 2011-12-21 09:11:53 | 44.40 | 84% |