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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1663 | 2012-08-27 22:18:30 | 79.57 | 92% |
| 232 | 2010-09-18 21:42:12 | 71.52 | |
| 138 | 2010-09-11 00:59:18 | 70.60 |