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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1505 | 2016-07-27 20:50:19 | 153.11 | 97% |
| 1166 | 2016-05-30 09:20:09 | 165.39 | 99% |
| 610 | 2016-04-21 11:51:12 | 156.76 | 99% |
| 446 | 2016-04-16 19:39:55 | 144.50 | 96% |