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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1404 | 2018-05-18 18:33:06 | 120.58 | 99% |
| 1316 | 2018-04-17 18:36:30 | 126.49 | 99% |
| 945 | 2017-12-25 21:43:30 | 107.14 | 98% |
| 658 | 2012-12-22 02:11:54 | 103.82 | 93% |
| 537 | 2012-11-16 20:18:06 | 106.25 | 95% |
| 288 | 2012-10-29 16:27:43 | 97.44 | 91% |