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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2442 | 2018-03-06 05:05:57 | 120.75 | 98% |
| 295 | 2015-03-21 01:33:54 | 106.70 | 93% |
| 160 | 2014-09-28 21:37:38 | 116.29 | 95% |