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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1427 | 2017-07-13 21:24:10 | 109.78 | 98% |
| 678 | 2015-04-21 22:55:21 | 121.43 | 99% |
| 413 | 2015-04-10 06:11:45 | 105.92 | 99% |
| 307 | 2015-04-02 22:38:40 | 103.00 | 95% |