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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1567 | 2012-07-19 21:33:05 | 82.93 | 98% |
| 1453 | 2012-03-22 00:52:38 | 75.31 | 97% |
| 420 | 2011-11-20 04:55:54 | 60.79 | 96% |