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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1958 | 2015-06-18 07:13:13 | 103.48 | 90% |
| 1192 | 2014-11-20 06:23:10 | 99.29 | 91% |
| 345 | 2014-09-09 09:54:00 | 94.22 | 91% |