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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2013-11-06 21:30:36 | 81.24 | 100% |
| 825 | 2013-11-04 23:23:00 | 72.96 | 98% |
| 767 | 2013-03-18 16:09:48 | 81.33 | 97% |
| 355 | 2012-07-25 18:50:42 | 76.12 | 99% |