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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1430 | 2011-12-05 05:56:28 | 62.37 | 90% |
| 1003 | 2011-09-27 10:15:08 | 56.63 | 90% |
| 733 | 2011-06-14 20:01:15 | 37.24 | 81% |