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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1016 | 2012-07-01 12:14:02 | 66.60 | 98% |
| 805 | 2012-06-19 18:02:56 | 40.34 | 90% |
| 512 | 2012-02-16 12:49:31 | 44.79 | 90% |