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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 754 | 2013-10-31 22:02:24 | 105.22 | 96% |
| 227 | 2012-12-03 18:45:49 | 93.09 | 95% |
| 135 | 2012-11-28 00:45:06 | 79.97 | 91% |