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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1431 | 2013-06-05 19:49:19 | 61.16 | 93% |
| 1304 | 2012-10-23 17:29:07 | 70.48 | 98% |
| 1219 | 2012-10-05 16:48:17 | 68.93 | 96% |
| 240 | 2012-05-30 12:59:49 | 61.78 | 96% |