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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 505 | 2016-03-29 06:01:44 | 68.17 | 97% |
| 453 | 2015-11-05 08:59:16 | 66.84 | 94% |
| 169 | 2012-11-11 18:54:00 | 69.29 | 94% |