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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 630 | 2014-06-28 10:34:09 | 92.88 | 93% |
| 540 | 2014-05-23 18:46:30 | 107.22 | 97% |
| 419 | 2012-10-26 18:18:33 | 91.22 | 96% |
| 310 | 2011-11-09 10:28:20 | 69.71 | 93% |