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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 832 | 2015-03-04 08:23:29 | 115.82 | 94% |
| 156 | 2014-03-21 01:48:05 | 106.88 | 97% |
| 46 | 2013-09-24 17:57:28 | 94.47 | 92% |