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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4709 | 2013-06-11 03:28:03 | 34.76 | 94% |
| 3802 | 2012-10-04 02:41:29 | 34.68 | 94% |
| 2188 | 2012-01-19 02:25:58 | 32.51 | 98% |
| 1743 | 2011-11-14 03:04:52 | 25.27 | 89% |