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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 694 | 2013-01-17 07:21:17 | 62.38 | 92% |
| 684 | 2013-01-17 00:56:37 | 58.20 | 93% |
| 271 | 2012-10-28 07:09:47 | 52.56 | 91% |
| 187 | 2012-10-21 15:56:40 | 46.62 | 84% |