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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1307 | 2013-10-27 12:33:57 | 58.44 | 93% |
| 717 | 2013-10-10 14:27:38 | 54.49 | 96% |
| 260 | 2013-10-02 13:43:34 | 49.53 | 96% |