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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 400 | 2013-12-19 19:30:20 | 96.72 | 94% |
| 319 | 2013-11-25 20:30:30 | 93.72 | 93% |
| 116 | 2013-11-05 21:34:01 | 86.93 | 92% |