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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 323 | 2012-12-14 18:33:22 | 80.09 | 90% |
| 232 | 2011-06-02 01:14:55 | 94.87 | 95% |
| 165 | 2011-05-30 21:07:42 | 100.75 | 97% |