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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1203 | 2015-09-15 13:25:33 | 96.63 | 93% |
| 701 | 2013-09-19 14:00:35 | 114.73 | 97% |
| 435 | 2013-06-23 05:51:02 | 96.07 | 96% |
| 287 | 2013-05-30 05:47:10 | 107.98 | 97% |
| 199 | 2013-05-09 02:40:39 | 95.58 | 96% |