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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 323 | 2016-11-13 03:32:19 | 102.56 | 98% |
| 199 | 2016-08-15 18:11:21 | 101.54 | 95% |
| 150 | 2016-08-11 18:56:33 | 98.80 | 94% |