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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 220 | 2017-01-28 02:16:56 | 72.83 | 95% |
| 58 | 2012-08-14 12:21:10 | 63.44 | 97% |
| 13 | 2012-07-21 11:48:46 | 54.49 | 88% |