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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 120 | 2011-05-26 03:53:22 | 48.58 | 96% |
| 82 | 2011-05-26 02:19:11 | 47.25 | 95% |
| 13 | 2010-11-29 06:37:07 | 78.89 |