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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 942 | 2011-07-26 05:58:58 | 51.51 | 90% |
| 832 | 2011-07-24 15:45:38 | 49.42 | 87% |
| 586 | 2011-07-09 15:49:27 | 56.01 | 92% |