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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1543 | 2012-03-02 19:18:18 | 57.64 | 90% |
| 884 | 2011-12-12 03:25:25 | 58.31 | 92% |
| 557 | 2011-11-25 23:36:27 | 60.02 | 93% |