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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 763 | 2013-01-27 08:20:58 | 79.62 | 91% |
| 443 | 2012-11-01 01:58:45 | 75.86 | 94% |
| 75 | 2012-10-23 09:52:49 | 66.68 | 88% |