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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1018 | 2014-02-21 18:22:41 | 102.36 | 97% |
| 789 | 2014-02-07 01:52:17 | 102.87 | 100% |
| 645 | 2014-01-31 21:26:05 | 104.53 | 98% |
| 483 | 2013-11-20 05:57:22 | 103.94 | 99% |
| 266 | 2011-06-18 00:51:31 | 93.94 | 96% |
| 256 | 2011-06-10 04:00:03 | 86.38 | 96% |