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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2674 | 2015-01-04 19:57:35 | 94.62 | 96% |
| 2605 | 2015-01-03 22:44:40 | 98.51 | 98% |
| 2409 | 2012-04-14 04:06:25 | 92.90 | 95% |
| 2390 | 2012-04-14 03:49:51 | 100.33 | 99% |
| 863 | 2010-05-15 23:58:54 | 81.02 | |
| 572 | 2010-05-03 04:38:54 | 75.60 | |
| 527 | 2010-05-02 05:27:13 | 72.89 |