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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2081 | 2018-08-16 02:22:24 | 121.82 | 100% |
| 1706 | 2014-01-19 21:59:37 | 128.91 | 99% |
| 1411 | 2012-11-26 22:54:06 | 99.23 | 91% |
| 903 | 2011-09-01 17:58:44 | 110.74 | 95% |
| 886 | 2011-07-06 06:13:04 | 119.99 | 98% |
| 89 | 2008-08-30 21:14:17 | 108.31 |