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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 798 | 2011-09-16 08:48:04 | 51.70 | 90% |
| 391 | 2010-10-29 09:10:29 | 39.83 | |
| 234 | 2010-10-08 11:54:15 | 32.13 |