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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1616 | 2014-03-16 16:47:19 | 139.08 | 98% |
| 1607 | 2013-11-03 02:47:04 | 141.65 | 87% |
| 1449 | 2012-03-31 06:14:08 | 143.94 | 94% |
| 1066 | 2011-09-23 22:23:39 | 137.02 | 91% |
| 775 | 2011-09-03 20:24:05 | 167.26 | 98% |
| 118 | 2011-06-27 23:22:39 | 121.43 | 87% |