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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2020 | 2015-08-08 02:49:01 | 116.57 | 95% |
| 1958 | 2013-03-05 15:23:36 | 112.16 | 96% |
| 1540 | 2011-03-14 06:43:38 | 117.67 | |
| 1500 | 2011-03-11 08:42:21 | 108.09 | |
| 1495 | 2011-03-11 08:38:27 | 113.51 |