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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1580 | 2016-12-10 19:22:46 | 107.47 | 97% |
| 1188 | 2016-04-26 14:05:00 | 99.41 | 94% |
| 1035 | 2015-09-11 18:26:29 | 114.14 | 98% |
| 984 | 2015-09-10 16:11:12 | 107.26 | 95% |
| 256 | 2013-05-09 05:34:37 | 83.35 | 96% |
| 241 | 2013-04-28 21:53:17 | 81.34 | 94% |