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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 729 | 2011-11-29 07:54:03 | 51.25 | 98% |
| 625 | 2011-11-23 22:12:19 | 51.40 | 97% |
| 35 | 2011-08-28 04:26:38 | 54.04 | 98% |