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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 680 | 2013-08-24 10:14:53 | 106.50 | 96% |
| 541 | 2012-07-15 08:03:21 | 97.62 | 90% |
| 501 | 2012-07-03 19:58:50 | 110.74 | 94% |
| 429 | 2012-01-08 07:15:10 | 131.90 | 98% |
| 425 | 2012-01-07 10:03:44 | 104.31 | 93% |
| 408 | 2012-01-07 09:38:20 | 110.32 | 94% |
| 3 | 2009-09-16 03:50:22 | 100.42 |