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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1638 | 2017-07-03 21:54:24 | 118.79 | 99% |
| 478 | 2017-03-25 06:42:22 | 106.81 | 95% |
| 86 | 2017-03-17 07:14:04 | 95.80 | 94% |