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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 629 | 2015-03-02 12:21:30 | 110.57 | 98% |
| 591 | 2014-04-28 22:40:21 | 114.31 | 98% |
| 305 | 2012-11-22 03:08:49 | 86.19 | 94% |
| 214 | 2012-04-21 23:55:20 | 72.29 | 92% |