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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8009 | 2022-06-03 07:51:22 | 97.19 | 96% |
| 2384 | 2012-05-27 08:47:22 | 119.21 | 97% |
| 2246 | 2012-01-21 09:16:04 | 131.67 | 99% |
| 2173 | 2011-07-22 03:40:01 | 129.96 | 98% |
| 1970 | 2011-04-06 08:07:38 | 117.00 | 97% |
| 630 | 2011-02-14 16:39:33 | 106.33 | |
| 574 | 2011-02-13 19:57:57 | 116.84 |