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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 633 | 2011-09-15 05:54:16 | 126.94 | 99% |
| 453 | 2011-07-28 02:51:30 | 116.14 | 97% |
| 146 | 2011-07-09 00:05:02 | 110.95 | 97% |