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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 537 | 2013-08-28 18:07:25 | 49.91 | 97% |
| 363 | 2013-08-11 11:41:13 | 51.29 | 96% |
| 266 | 2013-08-05 19:30:42 | 49.20 | 97% |