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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2289 | 2016-11-10 10:55:15 | 124.05 | 99% |
| 1875 | 2016-10-24 05:02:11 | 116.36 | 97% |
| 1777 | 2016-10-13 07:24:09 | 116.21 | 95% |
| 1749 | 2016-10-12 04:46:55 | 120.77 | 99% |
| 1379 | 2016-10-03 05:54:32 | 115.96 | 98% |
| 152 | 2016-05-05 02:00:20 | 102.60 | 98% |