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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1130 | 2017-11-21 10:30:57 | 94.84 | 97% |
| 266 | 2015-03-24 18:45:40 | 88.11 | 98% |
| 246 | 2015-03-18 06:03:48 | 101.51 | 98% |