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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2050 | 2015-12-12 19:21:15 | 110.03 | 98% |
| 586 | 2013-08-27 02:19:46 | 98.10 | 98% |
| 344 | 2013-05-16 22:09:30 | 105.01 | 98% |