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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1180 | 2014-03-30 16:56:10 | 48.39 | 92% |
| 1106 | 2014-02-10 15:06:16 | 49.24 | 94% |
| 1009 | 2013-07-24 14:40:33 | 45.12 | 94% |
| 837 | 2013-04-15 17:33:44 | 43.30 | 92% |