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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1407 | 2020-04-17 19:16:30 | 122.29 | 99% |
| 590 | 2011-09-28 10:08:13 | 78.00 | 98% |
| 408 | 2011-09-02 22:06:09 | 73.38 | 95% |
| 334 | 2011-08-29 17:36:21 | 72.79 | 97% |
| 310 | 2011-08-27 18:33:31 | 73.36 | 97% |