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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2388 | 2015-03-19 16:50:23 | 102.72 | 89% |
| 1911 | 2013-10-13 21:16:27 | 101.99 | 89% |
| 1652 | 2013-05-17 18:54:57 | 116.77 | 91% |
| 1452 | 2013-05-01 16:30:39 | 116.15 | 94% |
| 1182 | 2013-03-22 13:32:52 | 120.77 | 94% |