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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 967 | 2011-12-19 09:01:36 | 64.61 | 89% |
| 379 | 2011-09-17 17:32:12 | 66.74 | 90% |
| 105 | 2011-04-03 22:39:02 | 60.69 |