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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1381 | 2017-08-03 17:18:27 | 89.58 | 99% |
| 988 | 2013-09-04 20:54:21 | 89.88 | 99% |
| 174 | 2013-01-15 22:48:41 | 88.40 | 97% |