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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3656 | 2017-12-06 22:40:04 | 99.89 | 99% |
| 2399 | 2013-12-10 00:55:00 | 95.77 | 95% |
| 2016 | 2013-07-11 16:17:47 | 87.98 | 95% |
| 1890 | 2013-06-10 20:13:17 | 85.65 | 93% |
| 1279 | 2013-02-25 19:35:35 | 87.67 | 93% |
| 1034 | 2012-12-31 02:58:12 | 91.72 | 96% |