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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 673 | 2014-12-30 00:39:28 | 151.46 | 95% |
| 552 | 2014-12-17 08:58:19 | 121.50 | 91% |
| 388 | 2013-05-05 18:49:29 | 120.76 | 95% |
| 171 | 2011-01-04 19:05:23 | 110.94 |