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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1908 | 2013-09-10 07:23:15 | 109.51 | 96% |
| 692 | 2009-05-15 00:49:48 | 96.06 | |
| 156 | 2008-10-03 00:20:24 | 100.89 |