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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 341 | 2013-11-23 03:53:20 | 141.34 | 100% |
| 285 | 2013-03-30 18:32:41 | 129.86 | 99% |
| 278 | 2013-03-28 18:38:32 | 142.49 | 100% |
| 168 | 2012-04-05 02:50:49 | 105.90 | 94% |