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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 375 | 2012-09-14 15:36:12 | 86.24 | 91% |
| 351 | 2012-09-10 20:04:45 | 88.14 | 95% |
| 17 | 2011-12-03 00:01:54 | 97.07 | 96% |