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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 977 | 2011-12-19 16:05:28 | 61.77 | 93% |
| 882 | 2011-12-18 14:19:37 | 58.95 | 93% |
| 117 | 2011-11-28 02:49:11 | 41.12 | 94% |