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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 995 | 2012-05-31 19:21:24 | 88.03 | 96% |
| 832 | 2012-01-25 02:36:43 | 78.02 | 96% |
| 604 | 2012-01-17 18:06:44 | 82.87 | 95% |