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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2350 | 2015-09-03 18:07:54 | 118.06 | 99% |
| 2091 | 2015-08-12 20:56:23 | 118.30 | 98% |
| 1777 | 2015-08-05 15:54:31 | 113.81 | 99% |
| 1274 | 2015-07-26 04:00:46 | 101.77 | 99% |
| 137 | 2015-06-05 00:06:20 | 99.56 | 96% |
| 117 | 2015-01-11 05:11:48 | 102.21 | 94% |
| 76 | 2014-06-26 02:05:53 | 102.83 | 97% |