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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2512 | 2012-04-11 16:03:41 | 75.36 | 92% |
| 1476 | 2012-02-08 11:52:35 | 62.60 | 85% |
| 998 | 2012-01-17 18:51:52 | 69.33 | 94% |