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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 497 | 2013-12-15 11:04:24 | 115.95 | 95% |
| 261 | 2013-11-25 14:44:51 | 120.38 | 95% |
| 225 | 2013-11-24 10:45:40 | 123.40 | 97% |