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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1120 | 2012-10-27 03:51:20 | 123.11 | 95% |
| 304 | 2011-07-02 23:24:09 | 123.10 | 97% |
| 180 | 2011-07-02 05:34:50 | 106.71 | 94% |