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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2123 | 2017-11-19 04:05:31 | 107.40 | 98% |
| 1555 | 2017-06-01 16:22:41 | 107.31 | 95% |
| 1137 | 2016-09-10 07:08:29 | 104.43 | 96% |