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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1952 | 2012-08-28 15:22:56 | 108.98 | 93% |
| 1349 | 2012-06-19 02:29:01 | 102.92 | 94% |
| 1126 | 2012-05-31 00:00:14 | 102.65 | 94% |