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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 443 | 2014-01-03 21:52:52 | 53.14 | 88% |
| 300 | 2013-12-13 03:32:31 | 54.09 | 88% |
| 283 | 2013-12-12 23:55:06 | 65.64 | 97% |
| 121 | 2013-02-26 13:46:30 | 49.42 | 96% |