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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 392 | 2014-11-10 00:02:22 | 116.47 | 96% |
| 342 | 2014-10-17 14:49:23 | 38.74 | 74% |
| 161 | 2013-02-22 02:10:43 | 103.97 | 93% |