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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2033 | 2015-03-07 15:09:36 | 96.33 | 95% |
| 1923 | 2014-02-23 09:54:04 | 113.85 | 98% |
| 1428 | 2013-10-21 19:25:11 | 105.02 | 94% |
| 1271 | 2013-04-28 20:33:12 | 113.11 | 100% |
| 974 | 2012-12-08 23:57:10 | 110.23 | 97% |
| 933 | 2012-12-08 00:15:04 | 85.06 | 90% |
| 711 | 2012-11-30 23:49:19 | 103.12 | 96% |
| 710 | 2012-11-30 23:48:33 | 95.36 | 94% |