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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1088 | 2017-01-28 18:30:19 | 132.21 | 98% |
| 705 | 2015-09-13 07:19:35 | 118.04 | 98% |
| 100 | 2013-03-31 03:20:16 | 51.50 | 91% |