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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2154 | 2015-04-11 18:50:45 | 100.65 | 99% |
| 1738 | 2015-03-15 03:55:44 | 81.77 | 96% |
| 744 | 2011-12-11 20:14:42 | 85.13 | 95% |