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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2018-04-19 20:34:54 | 121.84 | 97% |
| 664 | 2016-10-24 14:45:49 | 127.73 | 95% |
| 273 | 2013-12-20 14:21:29 | 85.20 | 87% |
| 54 | 2013-11-22 12:49:47 | 112.01 | 97% |