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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1993 | 2013-06-19 15:39:59 | 76.55 | 89% |
| 1673 | 2013-06-17 17:27:11 | 92.02 | 97% |
| 1611 | 2013-06-11 23:06:25 | 89.52 | 96% |