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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1266 | 2014-12-28 19:31:42 | 100.32 | 93% |
| 629 | 2012-07-17 06:49:40 | 103.12 | 94% |
| 613 | 2012-07-16 19:00:49 | 96.46 | 94% |
| 491 | 2012-07-03 04:39:48 | 100.79 | 94% |
| 311 | 2012-06-09 23:44:51 | 106.57 | 96% |