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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 811 | 2013-05-16 00:49:28 | 51.94 | 90% |
| 611 | 2013-03-09 09:47:10 | 57.64 | 92% |
| 451 | 2012-09-22 08:25:27 | 56.20 | 94% |