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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 387 | 2013-09-21 16:45:25 | 53.59 | 97% |
| 294 | 2013-05-10 05:19:39 | 52.16 | 96% |
| 180 | 2013-02-21 12:10:18 | 41.72 | 92% |