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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1394 | 2018-05-06 03:24:50 | 118.92 | 98% |
| 960 | 2015-05-01 00:28:21 | 109.01 | 96% |
| 765 | 2014-09-25 23:25:26 | 127.65 | 97% |
| 131 | 2009-10-16 05:18:07 | 98.64 | |
| 58 | 2009-05-05 21:06:22 | 92.47 | |
| 32 | 2009-05-02 20:24:59 | 93.21 |