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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 555 | 2016-03-13 18:59:44 | 119.66 | 98% |
| 208 | 2014-10-04 15:46:07 | 109.00 | 98% |
| 173 | 2013-04-03 08:33:51 | 103.05 | 96% |