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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1334 | 2013-09-09 22:59:04 | 48.74 | 91% |
| 1298 | 2013-08-26 17:57:30 | 64.53 | 97% |
| 278 | 2010-03-02 00:45:48 | 53.00 |