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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 798 | 2016-05-23 05:15:56 | 104.54 | 99% |
| 465 | 2016-02-08 01:49:52 | 108.67 | 97% |
| 116 | 2015-12-31 03:45:35 | 100.78 | 93% |