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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4317 | 2022-11-09 11:44:03 | 66.63 | 97% |
| 3708 | 2018-02-07 10:13:05 | 79.26 | 99% |
| 2493 | 2013-12-12 03:13:34 | 81.64 | 97% |
| 1875 | 2013-11-05 05:32:47 | 74.95 | 95% |
| 1406 | 2009-12-06 13:31:43 | 68.07 | |
| 1355 | 2009-11-16 12:45:26 | 76.03 | |
| 1354 | 2009-11-16 12:44:25 | 59.69 | |
| 860 | 2009-04-23 10:16:27 | 71.50 | |
| 12 | 2008-08-10 12:18:10 | 58.73 |