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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 793 | 2014-03-15 18:26:29 | 101.78 | 92% |
| 222 | 2012-07-18 04:10:08 | 112.26 | 100% |
| 61 | 2012-05-24 02:31:33 | 33.88 | 72% |