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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1157 | 2013-08-25 18:01:03 | 38.61 | 90% |
| 208 | 2011-09-29 08:19:37 | 35.07 | 94% |
| 77 | 2011-09-28 07:39:31 | 40.45 | 93% |