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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 230 | 2013-03-29 00:34:14 | 77.25 | 95% |
| 146 | 2013-03-10 02:15:20 | 82.51 | 95% |
| 124 | 2013-03-08 14:13:31 | 74.05 | 95% |