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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 172 | 2013-05-10 10:54:14 | 124.53 | 93% |
| 124 | 2012-02-02 02:43:39 | 124.24 | 97% |
| 87 | 2010-12-06 04:45:50 | 119.22 |