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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3504 | 2017-02-08 07:18:54 | 132.81 | 97% |
| 1975 | 2017-01-12 10:08:08 | 117.16 | 92% |
| 1741 | 2017-01-10 01:57:50 | 119.46 | 96% |
| 697 | 2013-08-26 14:22:06 | 109.67 | 97% |
| 280 | 2012-08-27 20:11:29 | 103.17 | 96% |
| 233 | 2012-08-27 16:05:00 | 92.82 | 95% |