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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3138 | 2014-12-17 12:06:45 | 73.70 | 99% |
| 2321 | 2013-12-05 16:39:16 | 72.78 | 99% |
| 1600 | 2013-11-20 06:46:01 | 74.79 | 99% |
| 1417 | 2013-11-13 17:49:20 | 70.10 | 100% |
| 917 | 2012-12-16 11:05:53 | 60.92 | 97% |
| 150 | 2011-11-18 16:50:23 | 40.83 | 96% |