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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 675 | 2013-01-27 12:47:45 | 37.01 | 90% |
| 494 | 2012-11-17 14:32:30 | 28.73 | 86% |
| 162 | 2012-11-02 09:06:12 | 32.72 | 94% |