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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1036 | 2014-07-29 15:51:02 | 121.06 | 94% |
| 1016 | 2013-12-29 17:49:57 | 122.74 | 95% |
| 498 | 2012-07-07 08:00:52 | 109.35 | 95% |
| 459 | 2012-06-26 12:56:35 | 115.93 | 92% |