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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 965 | 2012-04-17 16:53:23 | 36.76 | 94% |
| 599 | 2012-04-08 09:37:31 | 25.54 | 86% |
| 291 | 2012-03-29 20:04:33 | 30.23 | 90% |