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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1466 | 2012-05-01 23:28:23 | 86.87 | 93% |
| 1183 | 2011-09-23 22:47:14 | 86.62 | 92% |
| 923 | 2011-05-04 01:46:02 | 87.81 | 93% |