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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2756 | 2013-05-31 06:01:04 | 119.69 | 98% |
| 1833 | 2013-01-05 00:23:29 | 107.03 | 93% |
| 1575 | 2012-11-30 02:36:30 | 113.95 | 94% |
| 1257 | 2012-11-02 06:11:27 | 107.91 | 95% |
| 781 | 2012-10-23 04:28:24 | 106.06 | 94% |
| 374 | 2012-10-16 04:14:09 | 101.45 | 95% |
| 282 | 2012-10-13 10:51:34 | 103.96 | 93% |