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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1505 | 2012-08-02 03:57:11 | 49.80 | 88% |
| 1331 | 2012-07-21 05:00:41 | 47.22 | 85% |
| 1300 | 2012-07-21 03:46:39 | 51.73 | 88% |