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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1098 | 2013-07-13 05:09:02 | 126.95 | 97% |
| 500 | 2013-07-06 10:23:51 | 103.53 | 97% |
| 454 | 2013-07-06 07:27:43 | 112.59 | 99% |