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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4585 | 2017-11-17 21:34:08 | 155.40 | 100% |
| 339 | 2017-06-30 17:28:12 | 124.15 | 97% |
| 309 | 2017-06-30 17:06:05 | 131.26 | 98% |