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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1020 | 2011-09-05 03:46:04 | 112.31 | 96% |
| 892 | 2011-06-12 09:23:57 | 109.99 | 97% |
| 797 | 2011-05-27 13:28:33 | 125.31 | 99% |