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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1406 | 2011-07-10 13:23:24 | 45.48 | 97% |
| 1209 | 2011-07-01 16:42:32 | 35.78 | 89% |
| 894 | 2011-06-25 11:45:56 | 36.23 | 95% |