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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3130 | 2016-06-25 21:24:03 | 117.53 | 98% |
| 2174 | 2015-12-19 01:35:29 | 116.65 | 99% |
| 1258 | 2014-12-06 20:22:44 | 121.54 | 97% |
| 662 | 2014-08-28 19:59:10 | 99.93 | 94% |
| 294 | 2014-08-07 13:55:17 | 112.78 | 96% |