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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1218 | 2015-01-24 05:30:51 | 103.28 | 96% |
| 610 | 2012-05-22 00:18:49 | 74.39 | 92% |
| 590 | 2012-05-16 14:11:00 | 76.34 | 94% |
| 571 | 2012-05-16 13:29:04 | 77.91 | 94% |
| 225 | 2012-01-08 21:06:27 | 63.99 | 91% |
| 185 | 2012-01-01 21:29:11 | 58.32 | 92% |
| 4 | 2011-04-18 02:40:21 | 34.35 |