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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 151 | 2014-12-21 17:57:19 | 54.90 | 89% |
| 120 | 2014-11-13 16:55:31 | 57.12 | 94% |
| 71 | 2012-04-12 17:47:17 | 50.88 | 94% |