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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1088 | 2013-07-18 05:51:54 | 58.04 | 91% |
| 562 | 2013-01-31 05:53:23 | 50.36 | 95% |
| 312 | 2012-11-25 11:42:08 | 47.73 | 95% |