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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5762 | 2015-10-09 12:10:19 | 124.99 | 95% |
| 3967 | 2015-02-13 11:51:20 | 134.05 | 97% |
| 3182 | 2014-10-22 10:33:43 | 134.08 | 96% |
| 3008 | 2014-10-17 16:05:58 | 117.07 | 93% |
| 1877 | 2012-01-04 06:29:01 | 126.96 | 96% |
| 1240 | 2009-12-13 10:02:58 | 96.96 | |
| 967 | 2009-08-22 03:19:10 | 120.65 | |
| 631 | 2009-08-15 04:55:43 | 122.81 | |
| 328 | 2009-08-14 04:57:34 | 105.41 |