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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2544 | 2014-10-08 21:03:54 | 106.94 | 95% |
| 1942 | 2013-06-30 15:13:40 | 104.06 | 96% |
| 1640 | 2012-11-21 05:53:08 | 108.37 | 98% |
| 1480 | 2012-07-04 14:49:40 | 98.00 | 95% |
| 1282 | 2012-03-20 14:25:19 | 101.73 | 96% |
| 1243 | 2012-02-12 16:06:02 | 99.29 | 95% |
| 825 | 2011-08-29 16:19:57 | 108.03 | 99% |
| 694 | 2011-06-25 21:32:37 | 108.41 | 97% |
| 599 | 2011-06-11 16:53:56 | 104.67 | 97% |