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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 955 | 2015-05-03 15:38:37 | 44.13 | 100% |
| 800 | 2014-04-14 12:42:46 | 38.50 | 100% |
| 349 | 2014-02-21 09:28:45 | 35.16 | 100% |