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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1417 | 2014-08-30 18:42:21 | 98.67 | 94% |
| 1379 | 2012-03-06 11:26:17 | 93.49 | 92% |
| 941 | 2011-08-21 02:42:43 | 87.15 | 94% |