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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1535 | 2014-08-27 12:40:19 | 87.49 | 95% |
| 1467 | 2014-07-21 18:11:52 | 90.42 | 97% |
| 1359 | 2014-02-06 15:31:34 | 82.16 | 96% |
| 1144 | 2012-10-15 13:56:28 | 82.47 | 97% |
| 594 | 2011-02-24 14:23:32 | 66.41 |