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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1806 | 2016-09-06 19:50:54 | 126.52 | 97% |
| 1683 | 2016-08-25 15:28:31 | 130.38 | 98% |
| 1196 | 2016-04-06 16:15:36 | 98.27 | 92% |
| 655 | 2015-01-12 14:10:28 | 110.59 | 94% |
| 378 | 2014-11-17 19:48:31 | 126.81 | 95% |