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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2698 | 2014-08-06 20:54:14 | 113.75 | 96% |
| 2032 | 2011-06-11 18:38:40 | 130.43 | 100% |
| 2004 | 2011-06-03 16:53:38 | 112.92 | 94% |
| 1451 | 2011-04-26 06:33:11 | 118.23 | |
| 1319 | 2011-04-20 23:01:40 | 111.86 | |
| 701 | 2010-06-04 15:19:08 | 112.88 | |
| 150 | 2010-05-24 21:20:21 | 100.40 |