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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 644 | 2015-11-19 11:25:16 | 67.08 | 96% |
| 572 | 2013-08-27 09:44:47 | 65.03 | 94% |
| 152 | 2013-05-30 00:59:20 | 63.90 | 98% |