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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4767 | 2017-08-07 16:44:27 | 134.15 | 98% |
| 2095 | 2014-01-26 03:17:11 | 128.17 | 94% |
| 1203 | 2011-11-30 06:13:36 | 142.07 | 93% |
| 463 | 2011-10-17 21:07:58 | 148.75 | 95% |
| 419 | 2011-06-25 22:01:14 | 136.59 | 88% |
| 406 | 2011-06-25 21:48:10 | 139.91 | 96% |