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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 600 | 2012-12-05 04:16:30 | 73.08 | 92% |
| 198 | 2012-08-09 13:53:58 | 68.98 | 94% |
| 92 | 2012-08-06 13:41:27 | 54.88 | 85% |