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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 809 | 2016-10-25 15:12:40 | 105.28 | 94% |
| 589 | 2016-10-13 14:11:44 | 105.64 | 94% |
| 292 | 2016-09-21 02:07:04 | 106.63 | 93% |