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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1033 | 2014-07-20 19:19:37 | 74.15 | 96% |
| 575 | 2013-01-19 21:40:46 | 72.96 | 96% |
| 552 | 2012-12-30 21:59:53 | 70.76 | 96% |