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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1719 | 2012-02-03 08:41:29 | 101.68 | 97% |
| 1655 | 2012-02-03 07:52:53 | 107.77 | 96% |
| 1438 | 2012-01-23 21:20:01 | 108.76 | 99% |
| 629 | 2011-12-26 18:35:16 | 104.48 | 97% |