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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1372 | 2013-05-29 21:47:03 | 54.50 | 95% |
| 661 | 2013-04-02 22:58:50 | 50.13 | 88% |
| 608 | 2013-03-30 16:56:36 | 55.31 | 97% |