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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2543 | 2016-05-21 09:53:39 | 119.45 | 94% |
| 2006 | 2015-04-03 17:41:45 | 119.90 | 91% |
| 1776 | 2014-08-26 17:07:58 | 110.18 | 93% |
| 1468 | 2013-05-04 16:04:51 | 106.74 | 93% |
| 1401 | 2013-03-31 16:31:33 | 105.07 | 91% |
| 1340 | 2013-03-17 16:33:41 | 108.84 | 94% |
| 1247 | 2013-03-12 16:54:59 | 107.06 | 93% |
| 936 | 2013-02-17 20:50:30 | 99.25 | 92% |