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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 898 | 2016-06-30 13:00:29 | 93.59 | 93% |
| 791 | 2015-05-19 08:19:05 | 94.93 | 93% |
| 224 | 2014-09-25 05:58:02 | 75.95 | 91% |