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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41 | 2012-01-02 17:32:11 | 54.58 | 98% |
| 38 | 2012-01-02 17:25:06 | 50.42 | 96% |
| 32 | 2011-12-31 16:18:05 | 53.49 | 97% |