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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 539 | 2016-10-21 07:10:06 | 116.45 | 97% |
| 363 | 2016-07-03 08:41:45 | 116.30 | 98% |
| 246 | 2015-07-29 06:02:35 | 104.32 | 98% |