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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1873 | 2014-10-09 14:49:33 | 72.42 | 93% |
| 1171 | 2014-01-12 10:52:41 | 86.25 | 99% |
| 743 | 2013-12-15 07:24:49 | 82.06 | 97% |
| 679 | 2013-12-11 11:53:23 | 82.40 | 97% |
| 343 | 2013-11-23 15:27:39 | 80.24 | 97% |