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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 912 | 2011-06-01 22:19:42 | 87.47 | 94% |
| 800 | 2011-05-25 22:36:00 | 93.41 | 96% |
| 278 | 2010-01-27 02:00:33 | 80.64 |