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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 288 | 2011-10-11 14:29:12 | 87.56 | 95% |
| 284 | 2011-10-11 14:21:01 | 80.06 | 92% |
| 204 | 2011-09-30 10:56:36 | 79.94 | 88% |