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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3366 | 2018-03-24 09:24:35 | 124.57 | 100% |
| 1646 | 2017-11-30 16:32:55 | 119.91 | 100% |
| 1641 | 2017-11-30 13:50:31 | 107.63 | 98% |
| 1420 | 2017-11-27 13:14:26 | 117.95 | 100% |