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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1140 | 2013-02-06 06:50:20 | 67.64 | 95% |
| 978 | 2012-10-10 00:59:26 | 65.46 | 98% |
| 797 | 2012-09-11 06:28:01 | 59.86 | 94% |