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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 336 | 2012-08-25 19:09:25 | 39.18 | 97% |
| 312 | 2012-08-23 15:43:56 | 33.27 | 92% |
| 242 | 2012-08-22 17:37:59 | 37.55 | 96% |