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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 279 | 2011-08-13 18:47:20 | 58.23 | 83% |
| 176 | 2011-08-05 19:30:09 | 80.65 | 88% |
| 169 | 2011-08-04 19:10:52 | 69.55 | 82% |