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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1442 | 2013-11-21 21:22:52 | 107.21 | 96% |
| 1191 | 2013-11-07 01:34:21 | 110.96 | 98% |
| 941 | 2013-01-30 01:46:29 | 93.02 | 92% |
| 128 | 2010-11-28 02:18:07 | 80.58 |