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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 171 | 2013-10-31 16:24:04 | 101.25 | 95% |
| 125 | 2013-10-26 22:31:40 | 78.13 | 89% |
| 118 | 2013-10-26 22:18:23 | 85.12 | 90% |