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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 900 | 2012-11-13 21:12:00 | 50.93 | 93% |
| 533 | 2012-11-05 23:05:14 | 44.27 | 88% |
| 220 | 2012-10-25 19:36:45 | 42.30 | 93% |