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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1523 | 2013-04-25 00:00:03 | 114.56 | 95% |
| 1283 | 2013-02-15 14:09:45 | 110.27 | 95% |
| 1119 | 2013-02-02 02:13:39 | 108.62 | 93% |
| 1050 | 2013-01-31 00:59:56 | 103.72 | 92% |
| 617 | 2013-01-18 23:55:44 | 95.21 | 92% |
| 246 | 2012-11-19 18:57:03 | 101.92 | 95% |
| 23 | 2012-10-28 14:57:33 | 73.31 | 88% |