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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2011-12-26 20:32:06 | 87.36 | 86% |
| 964 | 2011-12-15 02:40:57 | 79.50 | 81% |
| 460 | 2011-10-14 18:42:13 | 68.99 | 77% |