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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 107 | 2012-04-26 04:26:56 | 88.46 | 93% |
| 79 | 2011-10-19 05:26:14 | 89.12 | 99% |
| 60 | 2011-10-19 04:42:16 | 79.06 | 97% |