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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1460 | 2014-08-17 17:28:53 | 110.06 | 90% |
| 893 | 2009-07-17 23:04:40 | 116.04 | |
| 877 | 2009-07-15 21:03:44 | 98.47 | |
| 866 | 2009-07-13 22:26:10 | 107.69 | |
| 666 | 2009-05-28 04:39:00 | 95.60 | |
| 475 | 2009-04-27 03:28:44 | 81.80 |