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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 114 | 2013-11-28 09:46:53 | 75.27 | 93% |
| 92 | 2013-08-08 04:04:34 | 84.98 | 96% |
| 19 | 2013-07-17 04:32:22 | 71.36 | 93% |