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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 643 | 2014-12-13 06:29:48 | 132.68 | 98% |
| 513 | 2014-10-27 18:05:54 | 119.05 | 96% |
| 351 | 2014-09-12 18:28:45 | 122.87 | 98% |