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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1170 | 2013-11-18 04:57:44 | 72.77 | 90% |
| 1064 | 2013-10-31 11:40:59 | 67.72 | 92% |
| 885 | 2012-11-09 07:13:02 | 52.09 | 83% |
| 230 | 2012-04-03 07:11:54 | 52.13 | 82% |