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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 112 | 2014-05-16 06:57:29 | 76.42 | 90% |
| 77 | 2013-09-30 18:18:24 | 65.45 | 88% |
| 19 | 2012-09-14 11:54:24 | 62.70 | 95% |