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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3632 | 2016-02-26 12:43:11 | 145.89 | 98% |
| 1119 | 2015-03-30 05:01:35 | 133.63 | 97% |
| 752 | 2015-01-28 13:31:29 | 134.84 | 97% |
| 637 | 2014-09-11 09:19:28 | 139.51 | 95% |
| 256 | 2013-10-04 11:37:02 | 138.70 | 98% |
| 199 | 2013-08-13 16:05:09 | 131.03 | 96% |