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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 225 | 2016-04-04 21:46:28 | 78.16 | 85% |
| 99 | 2014-04-15 22:21:32 | 87.64 | 90% |
| 6 | 2013-11-07 02:39:04 | 98.38 | 96% |