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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1109 | 2013-05-02 08:17:41 | 55.47 | 94% |
| 765 | 2013-04-20 17:33:05 | 46.63 | 91% |
| 145 | 2013-03-14 13:39:18 | 24.96 | 90% |