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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2152 | 2014-06-26 16:04:41 | 145.02 | 100% |
| 1742 | 2014-06-02 07:42:06 | 128.65 | 98% |
| 1270 | 2014-04-04 14:49:53 | 116.41 | 97% |
| 1182 | 2014-02-28 22:25:54 | 128.40 | 99% |
| 1179 | 2014-02-28 22:23:47 | 109.01 | 96% |
| 1148 | 2014-02-18 13:26:13 | 97.28 | 92% |
| 129 | 2013-04-26 12:51:39 | 80.80 | 93% |