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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 397 | 2012-03-14 04:49:32 | 121.73 | 97% |
| 154 | 2008-09-05 03:14:29 | 109.14 | |
| 51 | 2008-08-16 03:37:07 | 122.11 |