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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 539 | 2012-02-26 02:44:39 | 118.82 | 99% |
| 415 | 2010-05-07 20:50:14 | 127.83 | |
| 308 | 2010-04-08 21:18:43 | 118.11 | |
| 229 | 2010-04-07 09:14:17 | 110.27 |