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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 572 | 2015-02-04 20:48:16 | 66.75 | 91% |
| 461 | 2011-12-22 20:17:32 | 69.21 | 93% |
| 113 | 2011-07-22 17:49:09 | 53.51 | 91% |