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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 817 | 2014-03-19 05:09:57 | 63.94 | 93% |
| 813 | 2014-03-19 05:05:26 | 74.49 | 97% |
| 416 | 2011-03-13 05:16:27 | 67.38 |