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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1152 | 2014-08-07 08:17:45 | 72.99 | 90% |
| 365 | 2012-04-15 15:26:31 | 83.46 | 94% |
| 148 | 2012-01-11 17:41:01 | 69.79 | 90% |