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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 713 | 2013-10-21 03:30:22 | 50.97 | 87% |
| 539 | 2013-08-29 04:37:42 | 63.83 | 97% |
| 426 | 2013-08-16 03:51:37 | 37.44 | 89% |