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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1123 | 2011-10-26 19:18:26 | 76.60 | 90% |
| 1085 | 2011-10-23 13:50:34 | 80.72 | 96% |
| 940 | 2010-10-11 10:56:06 | 69.34 |