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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1492 | 2012-06-09 17:26:50 | 42.52 | 92% |
| 842 | 2010-12-08 12:42:11 | 36.01 | |
| 525 | 2010-11-25 14:50:15 | 37.64 |