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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 151 | 2014-12-19 23:54:13 | 65.25 | 93% |
| 146 | 2014-12-19 23:49:11 | 70.59 | 93% |
| 42 | 2011-12-23 19:36:37 | 88.28 | 98% |