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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1702 | 2014-07-14 18:58:41 | 101.15 | 97% |
| 1375 | 2009-09-29 14:33:27 | 101.49 | |
| 899 | 2009-08-26 15:12:45 | 100.23 | |
| 552 | 2009-08-10 19:09:53 | 103.07 | |
| 176 | 2009-07-24 16:55:44 | 97.34 |