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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1497 | 2015-06-12 05:51:36 | 126.85 | 99% |
| 1476 | 2015-06-12 03:37:04 | 128.75 | 98% |
| 862 | 2012-07-15 11:19:38 | 118.17 | 92% |
| 808 | 2012-07-02 15:30:49 | 130.88 | 96% |
| 775 | 2012-06-10 11:09:20 | 125.40 | 96% |
| 338 | 2011-02-06 02:58:23 | 126.89 |