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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 256 | 2012-08-06 15:04:10 | 51.47 | 92% |
| 142 | 2012-07-31 16:00:27 | 52.28 | 95% |
| 64 | 2012-07-26 12:12:31 | 48.05 | 93% |