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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1199 | 2014-11-11 05:07:22 | 58.54 | 95% |
| 1004 | 2012-01-07 12:25:28 | 55.85 | 98% |
| 309 | 2011-10-17 14:34:22 | 44.81 | 95% |