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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 477 | 2013-01-25 18:29:53 | 56.76 | 92% |
| 250 | 2013-01-22 20:05:51 | 58.50 | 95% |
| 12 | 2013-01-17 06:26:11 | 42.83 | 94% |