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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1387 | 2015-01-01 04:37:55 | 102.28 | 95% |
| 1152 | 2013-12-19 08:37:44 | 113.41 | 97% |
| 971 | 2013-11-28 07:49:27 | 121.43 | 97% |
| 618 | 2013-10-20 07:00:27 | 97.20 | 94% |
| 497 | 2013-10-11 03:45:50 | 113.95 | 98% |