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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1683 | 2017-04-01 22:21:11 | 111.90 | 98% |
| 1024 | 2010-09-02 00:54:58 | 91.09 | |
| 480 | 2010-06-21 20:20:37 | 104.60 | |
| 97 | 2010-03-26 21:21:11 | 98.59 |