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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 981 | 2013-09-01 12:57:57 | 43.35 | 97% |
| 852 | 2013-02-17 11:18:48 | 45.03 | 95% |
| 809 | 2013-02-17 08:19:25 | 41.36 | 98% |