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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 637 | 2017-10-23 07:20:19 | 99.98 | 98% |
| 228 | 2016-09-30 13:41:50 | 79.74 | 93% |
| 120 | 2016-09-11 05:07:56 | 81.04 | 81% |