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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1377 | 2017-04-24 18:17:44 | 103.93 | 96% |
| 964 | 2016-07-06 03:30:43 | 107.27 | 98% |
| 732 | 2015-08-19 14:54:02 | 102.17 | 96% |
| 12 | 2015-02-18 18:07:11 | 111.85 | 99% |