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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 998 | 2016-03-13 18:59:40 | 142.14 | 93% |
| 828 | 2016-02-21 22:54:45 | 123.55 | 87% |
| 289 | 2013-11-07 23:02:51 | 143.59 | 97% |