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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2252 | 2016-12-06 21:46:29 | 104.04 | 98% |
| 1965 | 2016-06-14 14:03:41 | 90.49 | 96% |
| 1080 | 2016-04-15 18:29:12 | 76.93 | 94% |
| 209 | 2016-02-25 13:04:07 | 69.15 | 94% |