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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 303 | 2011-07-19 02:46:19 | 87.85 | 91% |
| 127 | 2011-07-02 22:16:01 | 86.74 | 94% |
| 62 | 2011-07-02 08:05:18 | 86.91 | 97% |