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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1617 | 2016-09-23 11:35:44 | 132.26 | 99% |
| 744 | 2013-12-20 10:36:40 | 115.96 | 98% |
| 402 | 2013-09-30 18:29:38 | 111.03 | 97% |
| 384 | 2013-09-18 20:07:29 | 105.67 | 98% |