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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1618 | 2012-09-17 23:24:43 | 41.44 | 96% |
| 973 | 2012-08-08 12:23:33 | 35.82 | 97% |
| 577 | 2012-02-10 23:08:45 | 29.77 | 96% |