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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 696 | 2014-01-31 21:26:08 | 96.94 | 98% |
| 154 | 2011-08-07 01:17:17 | 72.60 | 86% |
| 52 | 2011-08-06 02:56:35 | 84.82 | 95% |