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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 999 | 2013-02-05 01:02:44 | 127.43 | 97% |
| 655 | 2013-01-27 19:25:08 | 115.65 | 94% |
| 342 | 2013-01-23 04:19:24 | 117.58 | 94% |
| 315 | 2013-01-23 02:42:41 | 120.06 | 96% |
| 120 | 2013-01-14 21:08:14 | 122.40 | 99% |