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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 319 | 2012-07-27 08:46:14 | 72.97 | 98% |
| 175 | 2012-07-13 04:17:21 | 65.99 | 97% |
| 42 | 2009-02-12 10:00:16 | 46.72 |