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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 706 | 2012-07-16 19:09:01 | 105.21 | 93% |
| 628 | 2012-01-14 20:41:30 | 75.19 | 85% |
| 191 | 2011-09-06 11:05:28 | 85.78 | 93% |