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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1343 | 2016-11-10 04:08:56 | 115.69 | 98% |
| 1313 | 2016-11-06 10:06:24 | 120.27 | 97% |
| 990 | 2011-09-23 10:47:26 | 109.62 | 96% |