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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1504 | 2014-03-31 01:13:44 | 57.59 | 99% |
| 1168 | 2013-07-05 07:01:24 | 53.61 | 97% |
| 90 | 2012-12-14 13:10:41 | 40.72 | 93% |