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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 376 | 2013-01-06 08:40:24 | 59.76 | 92% |
| 174 | 2012-11-23 16:12:52 | 49.39 | 92% |
| 88 | 2012-11-17 07:58:50 | 52.04 | 95% |